After wrangling Abby into her pajamas without waking her and tucking her into bed, Barry scooped up Freddie and headed back downstairs. He fed the puppy, took her outside to do her business, cleaned the kitchen, and then finally shoved the plate of food Mrs. Garrett had left him in the microwave. As he waited for it to heat, he slipped his hand into his pocket in search of his phone before realizing that he didn’t have it. He walked out into the front room and had a cursory search for it, ...