As soon as Brandon pulled into the driveway, he slammed the gear into park, turned off the engine, and raced inside.
"Lonnie!"
He ran to the bedroom, then the master bath. He turned on the light and stepped back into the bedroom. His heart sank when he saw that the blankets were gone as well as the garbage bags that held his clothes.
"Lonnie! Ricky!"
Brandon ran through every room of the house before returning back to the bedroom. He was too late. His stomach started to churn and his chest felt constricted. He f****d it all up. As he reached into the bathroom to turn off the light, a sheet of paper tacked to the bathroom door caught his eye.
He grabbed the paper and read the neat and precise cursive handwriting: "I meant what I said and I won't take it back. I hope you live a long and
