Agnes Came Home Early from Ireland and Found Her Grandson Locked Out of Her Tulsa House

“I told her I’d come talk to you,” he said.

“I told her we could sort it out between us without dragging the police in any further.”

“You can’t fix systematic cruelty with a private chat, Clay.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

He reached into his pocket, took out a small USB stick Arthur had bought years ago, and set it on the desk beside the mouse pad.

“Copy the files,” Clay said.

“Copy every single one.”