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

“We’ll schedule an emergency hearing,” Vance said.

“Keep your phone on.”

Michael nodded.

He carried Noah down the front steps.

The street was dead quiet except for the crackle of the police radios.

The yellow bike with the bent training wheel lay motionless on the grass.

At five o’clock Michael pulled his sedan into the circular drive in front of the Apex Logistics building.

The winter sun sat low behind the company signs.