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 had to sleep in the shed.
It was really dark.
I counted to 1,000.
Day 19.
Mom said if I tell you anything, you’ll quit sending money and we’ll lose the house.
Day 22.
I miss you so much.
I put your hoodie on my pillow.
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