just decide where my mother and I are allowed to live?”
“I’m trying to save our marriage!”
“No. You’re desperately trying to regain control over me.”
Then I hung up.
Two days later, I returned to the apartment with Claire and a civil escort so I could retrieve clothing, personal belongings, and important documents.
Brandon wasn’t there when we arrived.
As we crossed the lobby, the senior doorman, Mr. Davis, called me over.
“Mrs. Miller, someone dropped this off for your husband a few days ago, but he hasn’t collected
