Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
“Keep the boxes, then,” Michael said.
“You have to sign the termination acknowledgment,” Carla said.
“Mail it to me instead,” Michael said.
He turned and walked back to his sedan.
Carla didn’t call after him.
The heavy glass doors stayed closed.
Michael drove back across Oakridge.
The streetlights flickered on along the empty neighborhood roads.
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