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

“Lena and I settle the dates,” Michael said.

“You’ve got no say at all in when I see my son.”

Travis finally let go of the jacket.

The sudden slack sent Michael stumbling back half a step.

“You need to quit calling her phone,” Travis said.

“If I need to talk to my child’s mother, I’ll call her,” Michael said.

Travis came around the sedan and stood inches from Michael.

“I handle all the communication for that house now,” Travis said.