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

I rubbed my right thumb over my knuckles and felt the dry skin scrape across the bone.

“Where’s the boy’s father?” Dr.

Reed asked.

“North Dakota,” I said.

“Working a twelve-hour rig rotation till Friday.”

Dr.

Reed laid a gentle hand on my shoulder before she spoke again.

“State law says I have to file a formal report with Child Protective Services before seven this morning,” she said.