Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
Michael pressed the forward button on the remote.
A low buzz rattled against the polished wood of the table.
Michael looked down.
His personal cell phone lay beside his water glass.
The screen lit up.
It vibrated again, spinning the phone a quarter inch across the table.
The name on the screen was Noah.
The name glowed in bright white letters.