I Got Home From the Oil Rig Two Weeks Early and Found My Eight-Year-Old Son Cooking Dinner for Strangers—The Messages He Never Sent Explained Everything.
“You don’t have to give me an answer right this minute,” Ms.
Delacroix said.
I looked down at the milk jug sweating in my hand.
I thought about how many choices in this whole story had been made by grown-ups who just wanted a hassle to go away fast.
I told her I wanted to talk to Finn’s therapist and our lawyer before writing a victim-impact statement.
At the meeting the next week, Dr.
Bell reminded us that Finn shouldn’t have to carry the weight of a criminal case’s outcome.