On My 16th Birthday, My Father Gave Me $10 and Told Me to Leave. Then I Handed Him an Envelope He Wasn’t Ready to Open.

But I’m here now, if you’ll have me.”

“You didn’t know,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “How could you have known?”

“I should have made it my business to know,” he said. “Family should show up. That’s what Reed would have wanted.”

He turned back to Lester, and his voice dropped to something cold and final. “You have two choices, Mr. Frost. You can continue reading …