Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
A folded blue fleece hospital blanket lay on top of it.
“You ready to get out of here, buddy?” Derek asked.
Noah looked at the turning automatic doors.
“Will Mom be at the house?” Noah asked.
“No,” Michael said.
“Only us.”
Michael knelt next to the wheelchair.
He held up Noah’s heavy winter coat.