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.
Bell also talked with me alone one time, while Gloria kept Finn busy in the waiting room.
I told her I kept replaying all our FaceTime calls, searching for clues I should have caught.
She let me keep talking until I had no words left.
“Being away for work doesn’t give another adult permission to hurt your child,” she said.
“You can look honestly at the signs you missed without turning that into a life sentence.”
I still carried regrets.
Some of them would probably stay with me forever.