I Wrote A Check For My Son’s Wedding Until A Restaurant Call Exposed The Secret

transfers. I heard, secondhand, that his wife of thirty five years left him the same week the story broke. I felt nothing when I heard that. Not satisfaction, not pity. Just a kind of flat recognition that consequences, once set in motion, tend to keep moving long after the person who triggered them wants them to stop.

Preston wrote me letters. He couldn’t continue reading …