Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around

We need a court order first.

That’s why we’re going to probate court on November eighteenth.”

My phone vibrated on the table.

It was a text from Brooke Whitcomb, my sister-in-law, the middle school teacher.

“Found something in Mom’s office.

Call me when you get a chance.”

I flipped the phone face down.

“I have to show him,” I said.