“You think you can dump my clothes on the sidewalk and walk off?

I gave up three months of my life babysitting your kid while you were on the rig.”

“The video showed what you were doing while I was on the rig,” Clay said, his voice low and flat.

Jaclyn went stiff, her jaw clenching as she looked past him at my parked car.

“That old woman has been hunting for an excuse to get rid of me since August.

She put those cameras up to spy on me, and any decent lawyer will rip her home life to pieces in court.”