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My aunt wanted guardianship of my seven-year-old sister after our parents died, and one afternoon under her open window I found out exactly why. The final hearing was the next morning — and she had no idea there was one more document in the world with my mother’s signature on it.

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PART 1 — SAY YOU’LL SIGN I’m Ezra Holt. I’m nineteen. Three months ago there was a fire at our house on Verrell Road and my parents did not get out. My sister Tilly did,… 

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A man took the accessible seats I had spent almost everything I had on, told me my son could watch from the concourse and that he probably didn’t know the rules anyway. Then a small woman in a grey cardigan in the row behind us stood up with an old metal lunchbox in her hands.

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PART 1 — THE LUNCHBOX My son Jonah is eleven and he had been counting down to that game for four months. Not in a general way. He had a strip of paper taped inside… 

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