Derek moved the blue blanket to his other arm.

He squatted down to eye level with the wheelchair.

“I took a look at your yellow bike in the garage this morning,” Derek said.

“The main frame is totally fine.”

Noah quit pulling away from the coat.

“The training wheel is bent,” Noah said quietly.

“I brought my heavy tools over from the shop,” Derek said.

“I can fix that bent bracket this afternoon.