Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

Michael bent down and picked Noah up, careful to keep clear of the swollen arm.

Noah rested his chin on Michael’s shoulder and let out a long, shaky breath.

“I’ve got you,” Michael said.

“You’re safe now.”

Noah closed his eyes and hung on to Michael’s shirt collar.

The blue fleece blanket dragged on the floor.

Derek handed his truck keys to the lead officer.

He didn’t look at Travis.