Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
Patricia’s attorney began to speak.
The judge kept right on going.
“Restitution is ordered in the amount of four hundred eighty-six thousand dollars.
The parties will submit proposed orders by Friday.”
Arthur pushed a peppermint across the table, still wrapped in cellophane.
“Your father kept these in his glove compartment,” he said, quietly enough that only I heard him.
I took it and left it unopened.
Patricia’s attorney sat down and tucked the folded note underneath his legal pad.
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