Again. That one word hit me like a fist to the gut.

“Get inside. Now.”

They shuffled in, both shivering so hard their teeth were chattering audibly. Tommy’s Spider-Man pajamas were soaked through with dew, and Jake’s bare feet left wet, muddy prints on my hardwood floor. I grabbed blankets from the couch, wrapped them both in a cocoon of fleece, and cranked the thermostat up to seventy-eight degrees, ignoring the inevitable spike in my heating bill.