The heat outside hit him like a solid wall, humid, stifling, and rippling up from the scorching pavements. Sirius yanked the handle of the van’s heavy, sliding back door to see Teddy, bright-eyed in his car seat, clutching his red bra in one hand and a pink plastic sand shovel in the other. He wore a long-sleeved blue swim shirt, shark-patterned swim trunks, and a tiny pair of green Crocs.