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

house, Dave. He just lived in my showroom.”

“Say no more. We’ll be there at dawn. This is going to be one hell of a job.”

Saturday morning arrived with deceptive calm. Brandon left at seven forty-five, adjusting his tie in the hallway mirror—a mirror I’d found at an antique market in France, now tagged for removal. He paused on the porch to admire the continue reading …