Chapter 2Late Summer 2001
I felled head over heels quickly for Brandon; on our first day we ate dinner that he cooked for me in front of a bonfire in his backyard. Brandon was renting a two-bedroom house in Plum, on a dead-end street that had only two other houses on the street. He promised me once the money started to come in, we were going to buy a bigger house. Brandon was telling me everything that I needed to hear, what I wanted to hear.
Brandon was the youngest of three children; his parents Constance and Gene were married for almost thirty years. Brandon and I had similar backgrounds we both came from caring parents and hard workers. The difference was his dad and mom were both high school teachers, my parents were drug lords. We both wanted the same thing in life, make lots of m
