who had raised him knew he wasn’t biologically his.
“He knew,” I said.
“And he chose you anyway.”
Another long silence.
“I don’t deserve that.”
“Maybe not.”
“But he gave it to you anyway. That’s who he was.”
Robert hung up without promising to testify or cooperate.
I heard his truck start before the call ended.
He was at the old construction office again, drinking alone beneath his father’s name.
I didn’t sleep.
Instead, I reviewed the numbers again.
Not because I needed to.
Because numbers were the one thing