Travis stood next to a tall defense lawyer in a dark blue suit.

The lawyer laid his hands flat on the oak table.

“My client maintains this whole situation is a tragic overreaction to an ordinary childhood accident,” the lawyer said.

“The boy simply fell off his bike.”

Michael tugged at his watch strap.

He glanced over at Derek.

Derek rubbed his thumb against his knuckle.

He kept his eyes fixed on Travis.