We’ll have it rolling perfectly straight before dinner.”

A little smile spread across Noah’s face.

It was the first time in three days Michael had seen his son smile.

Michael pulled the left sleeve over Noah’s good arm and zipped up the coat.

“Let’s get to the car,” Michael said.

They walked out into the cold afternoon.

His forty-five-dollar blue plastic booster seat was waiting in the back of Michael’s sedan.

Derek opened the passenger door and set the heavy backpack on the floor.