Eighteen Years After Ray Abandoned Him on a Dirt Road, Thomas Found His Mother’s Letter

You sit at the table and keep your face still.”

“I can manage that.”

“Can you manage it when Ray says your name?”

“He’ll say it like it’s a disease,” I said.

“I know how he says it.”

We went in.

Judge Henderson’s courtroom had a low ceiling and twelve rows of hard seats.

By nine they were half full.