A seven-year-old boy banged on the windows while the sun turned the van into a furnace. Inside the supermarket, his parents were too busy screaming at each other to notice.
Part 1 — The Argument That Left a Child Behind
It was just past noon when the sun hit Main Street like a furnace. Cars shimmered under the relentless heat, and the asphalt radiated waves that danced like fire. In the parking lot of the Maple Grove Supermarket, a blue minivan sat in the far corner. Inside, a small boy named Tyler Miller, seven years old, squirmed in the back seat. His tiny hands pressed against the window, and sweat slicked his short brown hair.
