His left arm was in a hard fiberglass cast from his wrist to his elbow.

“Are you sure I don’t need the extra wheels?” Noah asked.

“You’ve totally outgrown them,” Derek said.

Derek turned the bike back over.

The rubber tires bounced once on the driveway.

The deep scrape in the blue paint of the handlebar frame showed clearly in the bright morning light.

The metal underneath gleamed silver where Travis had slammed it into the garage wall.

Michael checked his watch.