I took out Micah’s paper, folded in half twice.

A blue sky, three stick people, a yellow box that was supposed to be our apartment.

“He gave it to me yesterday.

He said I could hold on to it until he felt better.”

Chloe looked at the drawing for a long time.

“Put it away.

The judge might want to see it later.”

We stood by the window facing the parking garage.