Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

Michael squinted at the bare steel.

Tiny flakes of dark blue paint were pressed hard into the metal.

“That’s automotive paint,” Derek said.

Michael touched the blue flakes with his index finger.

Their edges were sharp.

“Travis has a dark blue truck,” Michael said.

“I know exactly what color his pickup is,” Derek said.

“He must’ve backed into it at the edge of the driveway,” Michael said.