Travis pulled the jacket a little closer to his chest.

The casual tone dropped out of his voice and turned sharp.

“You left Lena three voicemails today,” Travis said.

“I was calling about the visitation schedule she took with her this morning,” Michael said.

“I saw the schedule,” Travis said.

“We’ll let you know what works for us when we get around to looking at it.”

Michael tugged at his watch strap.

The metal buckle felt cold.