“I keep thinking I’ll find the mistake.”

“There isn’t a mistake, Sam.”

“No,” I said. “That’s what’s wrong with it.”

Chapter 13 — Forty-One Dollars

The restitution order was for four million, three hundred eighty-one thousand, two hundred dollars.

I have the number memorized the way you memorize a phone number from childhood. Samuel and I sat in a room while a judge read it out, and I remember feeling something enormous, and I remember my father putting his hand flat on the table.

Logan Miller pays forty-one dollars a month.