What would you do if four six-year-old girls walked up to you at a black tie gala, put $5 on the table, and asked you to be their father for the night?
That is exactly what happened to Liam Brooks. He was a maintenance worker. He had a name badge that said his job title instead of his name, a cold cup of tea he couldn’t afford to replace, and calluses on both hands from the chandeliers he’d spent last Tuesday hanging in that very room.
