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

Toby went into his basket on the counter at nine.

I made tea in the pot I hadn’t washed and left the bag in too long.

My phone lit up with a text.

Brandon: Saturday at ten?

I typed back: Saturday at ten.

Then he added: The house looks nice from the street.

I set the phone face down.

The tea was too strong, the way my mother used to make it and the way I used to complain about as a girl.