The blue fleece hospital blanket hung neatly on the brass hook beside the front door.

The torn corner was folded under so it wouldn’t snag on the wooden frame.

Noah sat right in the middle of the living room couch holding a small, warm juice box in his right hand.

Michael checked his watch.

He straightened the leather strap and walked over to the couch.

Michael sat down on the thick cushions right next to him.

Noah leaned his weight against Michael’s side.