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

need to be completely precise, Brandon,” I said calmly. “When you say ‘personal belongings,’ do you mean strictly my wardrobe and toiletries, or are we talking about movable property in general?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically and took a sip of scotch—my scotch, actually, a bottle of Macallan 18 that I’d purchased for a client gift and never delivered.continue reading …