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

dollars in cash.”

“That sounds like a conversation between Brandon and his loan officer,” I said, pushing the pile of dust toward the open front door. “I’m just a vendor collecting my business inventory.”

Jerome stared at me with a mixture of genuine awe and healthy fear.

“You didn’t just take your things,” he said finally. “You shut down his entire fantasy continue reading …