“Hello, this is Natalie,” the woman’s voice said through the speaker.

“We met at Target yesterday afternoon.”

“What do you want from us?” I asked bluntly without any pleasantries.

“Please don’t judge our family solely by what Brandon told you this morning,” Natalie begged softly.

“Was he lying to me?” I challenged her instantly.

“Not exactly,” Natalie clarified carefully.

“But he doesn’t know everything that happened back then.”

“Then tell me the truth right now,” I demanded.