I was standing in the lobby of Bennett Dynamics with a janitor application in my hand, my daughter’s hospital bill folded in my back pocket, and the same shoes I wore to my wife’s funeral.
Twenty years ago, I was the math genius professors bragged about.
That morning, I was just a single dad begging for work no one respected.
Then Clare Bennett walked out of her glass office, stared at my application like it had slapped her, and whispered, “Owen Carter?”
