The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

the marble surface. Kylie was taking another selfie, angling her phone to catch the custom fireplace mantle I’d sourced from a French artisan workshop in the background. She shifted positions, searching for the best light.

“I promise you, Brandon,” I said quietly as I turned and walked toward the staircase, “when I’m done with this house, you won’t continue reading …