Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
The kitchen clock said five in the evening.
The ceiling light threw a bright glow over the worn Formica counters.
Derek stood at the stainless steel sink pouring tap water into the coffee maker.
The machine hissed and sputtered as the heating element kicked on.
Michael sat at the round dining table.
Three old photo albums lay on the wood, pulled off the bottom shelf of the hall closet.
He opened the top one.