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.
I answered every question he asked.
That morning the court had taken care of one piece of our past.
My son was busy telling me about his present.
PART 13
Brandi’s first supervised visit wasn’t set until spring.
The wait took months of evaluations, treatment reports, and back-and-forth between lawyers.
I was thankful for the extra time, even when Gloria asked how much longer it would take.
Finn needed months where nothing unexpected happened before another complicated grown-up stepped into his day.