I was disposable,” I said.
Brandon looked up at me, his voice cracking for the first time.
“You’re really doing this.”
“Yes.”
He stared at me, searching for something. Mercy. Doubt. The mother who would back down at the last second.
He didn’t find her.
Slowly, he reached for the pen.
His signature was shaky. Melissa’s hand trembled so badly that a tear splashed continue reading …
