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.
Hollis, do you dispute that your son was left in Mr.
Pruitt’s care while you were away from the home?”
Brandi’s lawyer leaned in toward her.
She didn’t wait for him.
“I don’t, Your Honor.”
“Do you dispute that he was forced to sleep in an outbuilding?”
There was a long pause.
“I didn’t know about that until afterward,” she said.