I sat in the corner chair with Micah leaning on my knee and worked a wet wipe between each of his fingers.

The wipe came away gray.

“Is he hurting you?” Dr.

Henderson asked, without looking up from the monitor.

“Sticky,” Micah said.

He had the flattened yellow cereal box in his lap and wouldn’t let me move it.

Dr.

Henderson tapped his silver pen on the clipboard.