The listed manager was a woman named Joanna Mercer.

Her birth year put her in her early thirties, which made the note about Colton being her father almost impossible; he was only forty-one.

Evelyn suggested another possibility.

“Sometimes someone calls a mentor a father.

Sometimes records are incorrect.

We need to ask rather than invent.”

She had also found that the business address matched a storefront near an old rehabilitation facility where I’d spent months recovering.

I knew that street.