Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
“My arm bends the wrong way.”
Michael pressed his hand flat on the cold window glass.
It felt like ice under his palm.
Noah let out a sharp gasp.
The loud TV in the background suddenly cut off.
Heavy footsteps came through the phone.
“Who are you talking to on that?”
It was Travis, in the loud, too-casual voice Michael knew right away.