At My 16th Birthday, My Dad Threw $10 At Me And Told Me To Get Out. I Smiled — And Handed Him An Envelope He Was Never Meant To See.

Because I’ve been driving for six hours and I’m starving.”

I laughed, surprising myself. “I could eat.”

“Excellent. I know a place that makes the best burgers you’ve ever tasted. And while we eat, you can tell me about yourself. Not the version Lester knew. The real you.”

As we drove away from South Hill, leaving behind the mothball house and the clearance-rack continue reading …