Slowly, trying to remember the forty five things that were just said:]
You let Sam check herself out of protective care and rehab to care for your child because your wife has fled into a dangerous door after you served her papers. You're using an addict who is being hunted by a maniac as your childcare, and removing her from the help she needs to do it.
You've been talking to Micah on the phone, and he's going to call you if he feels like doing something stupid. You're friends now, I presume. You trust him that he's a put upon victim who is trying to control his own urges, and will call you if he has one.
[Tone rising, at this point.] I'll cover for you at work. Lord knows, the shape I've been in lately, they'll just think I murdered you myself. But I can't cover for you at work and be at the house with Sam. I either take time away from work to do that, or I cover. I can't do both.
[Anger and sleep deprivation have officially bubbled over. Stunned, still.] Maybe this is overwhelming.
Maybe this is overwhelming!?
[He almost throws the phone down. As it is, the call disconnects. He's calling his sister.]