“Did the confrontation remain verbal, Noah?”

“No, sir,” Noah whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Brandon grabbed the rubber push handle on the back of Autumn’s wheelchair and yanked it sideways with all his strength to force it out of the path.”

I gasped, covering my mouth with one hand as horror washed through me.

“He overturned her chair?”

“The frame tipped over onto the concrete curb,” Noah sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Autumn fell out onto her left side and started screaming because her wrist twisted underneath the metal wheel guard.”