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.

starving.”

I laughed, the sound surprising me, bubbling up from somewhere deep. “I could eat.”

“Excellent. I know a place on the way to my house 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. Who you actually are, what you actually want, what kind of music you continue reading …