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

Travis took his hands out of his coat pockets.

He glanced at the heavy wooden double doors at the back of the courtroom.

Derek got up from the petitioner’s table.

He stepped out into the center aisle and planted his boots wide on the carpet, blocking any way to the exit.

Travis turned back around and held out his wrists.

The metal cuffs clicked shut.

“This is a joke,” Travis said.

“You people are crazy.”