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

Arthur tapped the yellow legal pad with his silver Parker pen.

“You mean Brandon?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you think he’ll believe you?”

I looked down at the printout.

Patricia’s name was the only one on the signature card.

The date of the deposit matched the date on the wire receipt in my blue folder.

“He’s going to have to,” I said.