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.
The first time a supervisor asked me to cover an overnight emergency, my stomach clenched.
Before what happened to Finn, I would have said yes without a second thought.
Overtime had paid for vacations, school fees, and the new roof on the garage.
It had also kept me offshore during moments I could never get back.
I told the supervisor I needed to line up childcare and would call him back.
He seemed surprised but nodded.
I called Gloria, and she said she could stay with Finn if she had to.