Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
In that rented place.” She passed the potatoes without lifting her eyes.
“I looked at your last tax return, Elena.
Thirty-eight thousand four hundred.
And that was before the baby.
You’re on unpaid leave now, aren’t you.”
“Until March, yes.”
“Brandon makes that much by the end of February.”
She said it to the table, pleasantly, the same way she talked about the weather.
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