Chapter 12

Grant never missed a visit. Not one. Not in six months. Tuesday and Thursday, four o'clock. He was always there by 3:45, sitting on the steps of the family center, rain or shine. Once in a snowstorm. He took two buses and walked the last mile because he'd sold his car to make his first repayment. He got a job as night manager at a small family-run motel in Norwalk. Twenty-two rooms. Terrible coffee. He worked the overnight shift so his afternoons were free for Lily. "It's funny," he told...