Richard reached out and took the plastic folder from Sam’s small hands.

He opened the top sheet and read the embossed foil lettering across the header.

“First place, regional mathematics olympiad,” Richard said softly, his commanding courtroom phrasing falling away completely.

“A perfect score on the logical sequences section.”

“It was eighty questions in forty-five minutes,” Sam said, his voice small but perfectly calm.

“The last ten problems needed probability calculations.”

Richard looked up from the parchment, his gaze moving from the gold seal straight to Sam’s face.

For four long seconds, the retired corporate attorney stared at his grandson without saying a word.