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.
PART 8
The first letter from Brandi came on a Monday in a plain envelope, addressed to Finn in neat handwriting.
I put it up on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet until I could talk with Howard and Dr.
Bell.
I wasn’t trying to erase his mother.
I was trying not to give him one more surprise he couldn’t handle.
The letter was short.