The coliseum made a sound I’ve never heard a room make.
“He never called. Not once in fourteen years. Not a birthday, not a Christmas.
“He sent me a message on the thirteenth of December this year. The state rankings came out on the first of December.
“Twelve days.
“I’ve got forty-one messages from him on my phone. I didn’t answer any of them until February. I’m going to read you one.”
And he read it. He read out: Whatever that man has given you, I can give you a hundred times more.
Then he said, “So here’s what he gave me.”
And this is where it stopped being about Grady.
“In August of 2017 my dad got a letter. I found it in July, when I was looking for my birth certificate for my eligibility paperwork. It’s from a law firm and it’s on behalf of Grady Wolcott.
“I was nine years old. His new wife couldn’t have kids.
“The letter offers my dad forty thousand dollars to consent to a transfer of custody. It says — and this is a quote — that it would provide ‘a level of stability the child’s current circumstances cannot.’
“My dad was making nineteen dollars an hour. He’d sold his own father’s truck three years earlier to pay for my counseling, which he has never told me about and which I know because I found the bill of sale in the same box.
