“She locked your son out in the rain,” I said.

“She probably stuck him out there for five minutes because he threw a fit,” Clay said.

“Then you show up with your old prison mentality and make a federal case out of it.”

“Come home, Clay. Now.”

“I’ve got three shifts left on this rotation,” Clay said.

“If I walk off the floor now, I lose my spot on the rig.”

“Your son is lying in a hospital bed,” I said.