Transmission
Adam Rausch didn't leave a message. It was a shameful choice. He was calling his own son, for Christ sake. At first he was relieved when Scotty didn't pick up. Then the 'beep' happened and he didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to explain his call succinctly with the right framing in the limited seconds allowed by a voicemail? His call was out of left field, unexpected. Heck, it was likely unwanted. And yes, painful, because making contact now would highlight the unforgivable amount of time passed, wasted, where he'd made no contact at all. He hadn't spoken to Scott in over a year. Hard to casually say 'Hey, it's your Dad, what's up?' without apologizing, but then any apology is immediately lacking and insensitive. It's one of those 'there are no words' situations. He had no excuse. There's no reason he couldn't have checked in with his son once in a while. Adam wasn't sent off to war, or sequestered in a Fede...
