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Thirteen years after I walked out on my pregnant wife, I saw her again at a national academic competition my company sponsored—and my new wife laughed when she noticed Elena’s two boys sitting in the cheap seats. “People like that come to watch,” Victoria whispered. “They don’t come to win.” Then the announcer called both boys to the stage, gave them the only perfect scores in the tournament, and said the last name I had spent thirteen years trying not to remember: Holloway.
Part 1 For several seconds, I thought I had heard wrong. The applause inside the auditorium rose around me like thunder. Hundreds of parents,...
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