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

“I am vengeful,” Clay said.

“She locked my son in a dog cage.”

“And if you shout that in a courtroom, the judge sees a bitter ex-boyfriend,” I said.

“You have to be cold.

You have to be pure ice.”

Clay gripped the edge of the desk.

He drew a breath in through his nose and let it out slowly.

“How am I supposed to do that?” he asked.