beside his expensive SUV’s empty parking space.
For the first time, he looked genuinely defeated.
I reminded him about the court judgment.
“I can’t pay you,” he whispered. “I don’t even have a job.”
“Then you’ll have to find one.”
He lowered his head.
After a long silence, he asked, “Is your radio station hiring?”
By late April, Ross had started working overnight shifts at the station.
The manager hired him as an entry-level board operator.
It wasn’t glamorous.
He answered calls, logged requests, and helped manage equipment while I
