Will calling heads and Daniel slipping a stolen bronze coin in his pocket because what was one more failure? Nothing could be worse than the way things were. His father the next day, expressionless, as he picked up the coin from Daniel’s nightstand and turned to leave, though Daniel had braced himself for something worse. And then, at the door, a bowing of the shoulders, a slow, trembling exhale. Where did I go wrong? his father had asked. His voice had held only grief.
