“These are thumbprints,” I said.

“The doctor is filing a state report in five hours.”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion,” Clay shouted into the receiver.

“You came home from Ireland three days early spoiling for a fight.”

“I came home because I heard her screaming at him over the phone while I was in Dublin,” I said.

“Jaclyn gets stressed,” Clay said, his voice sinking into a tight, defensive tone.

“She’s twenty-six and looking after a five-year-old while I pull in thirty-eight hundred dollars a shift to keep us above water.”