They left my five-year-old grandson outside in the cold for four hours as punishment

They both looked at me, confused.

“Dad? You’re early,” Michael said, forcing a smile.

I didn’t smile back.

“Why is my grandson outside in thirty-degree weather?” I asked.

The room went quiet.

Jessica sighed like I had just interrupted something important. “He needed to learn a lesson.”

“A lesson?” My voice rose before I could stop it. “He’s five.”

Michael set his glass down. “He ruined dinner. We told him to check the oven. He ignored us.”