Chapter Twenty
Ember
The two-hour drive to work gave me time to think. And I found that wasn’t a good thing. Thinking only gave my conscience time to chew me out for being so dishonest with everyone I cared about. But it had more to torment me about, not only that. Getting between my daughter and her father seemed to be an even bigger sin — at least in my heart.
As soon as I got to the rig, I checked in with the company man, then headed to the mud-logging trailer to see how Roger’s day had gone. “Evening, Roger.” I closed the door behind me, putting a damper on the loud noises the oil rig made. “How’s day one?”
“Not so good, Emmy.” He liked to give everyone a nickname, just like so many others in the oilfield.
He handed me a paper he’d scribbled something on. “What’s this?”
“I need y
