Chloe held up her phone. “My father was told not to come today unless he dressed appropriately,” she said, her voice steady. “I saw that message by accident. So I want you all to know what appropriate means to me.” Preston stood halfway out of his seat, then sat down again. Janine put a hand over her mouth, and two hundred people turned in their chairs to find me.

“This man has driven two million miles,” Chloe said. “Every mile paid for my books, my braces, and the science camp where I learned I wanted to be a doctor. He missed my birthdays because he was hauling groceries to your stores.” She pointed to the gym doors. “Dad, will you please come up here?” My knees would not move.