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

There was no sign of Lena.

Travis was standing alone by the passenger door of her sedan.

Travis had on a heavy brown work coat.

He stood perfectly still with his hands buried in his coat pockets, watching Michael.

“Where’s Noah?” Michael asked.

“Lena took him in to use the bathroom,” Travis said, in a loud, too-casual voice.

Michael walked closer to the front bumper of Lena’s car.

He wanted to keep some space between himself and Travis.