loyal son and brother.
For seven years, I had repeatedly turned warning signs into harmless explanations because I wanted to preserve the peace.
That afternoon, Brandon called me from an unknown number.
I answered and immediately put him on speaker.
“Where the hell are you hiding right now?” he demanded.
“That is none of your business anymore.”
“I’m your husband, so it is my business!”
“You’ll only be my husband for a little while longer.”
There was silence on the line.
Then he softened his tone.
“Are you seriously burning
