A few months after that, Adam called. Not from a blocked number—his own phone, which meant he’d gotten a new one, which meant he was rebuilding. I let it go to voicemail.
“Hey. It’s me. I know you probably won’t listen to this. I just wanted to say that I got a job. Nothing great, but it’s mine. And I’ve been thinking about what Dad said on that voicemail,continue reading …
