CONTINUED: Michael barely looked up from his phone. “Of course. What is it?”
“When we drove past that old community building near the river yesterday, there were kids standing outside,” Noah said. “Some of them looked about my age. Why do they not have anywhere to live?”
The question lingered in the air longer than Michael expected. He knew the building. He had driven past it for years, always aware of it in the abstract, never close enough to feel responsible.
“It is complicated,” he replied after a moment, choosing the safest answer he knew. “We can talk about it another time.”
