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.
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Bell didn’t try to coax him or ask why he was scared.
She sat down on the floor next to a basket of little wooden animals and started setting them out in a crooked row.
“I’m trying to work out where these fellows should live,” she said.
“I’ve got a giraffe, a duck, and a tiger.
Their houses are all different sizes.”
Finn eyed the animals from the doorway.