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

Whitcomb was it?” I asked.

The clerk shrugged her shoulders.

“We only keep the first initial.”

Brandon was standing on the porch at six with a black duffel bag at his feet.

“Your things.

I didn’t go through them.”

He glanced at his leather wristwatch while I unzipped the bag.

My winter coat was folded on top, along with one of Toby’s sleepers that had been under the crib.