So I scraped the pan. And I waited.
I’m not sure that was right. It might’ve been a kind of pride.
But that’s the truth of why I kept my mouth shut.
My name is Jodi Brandt. I’m forty-one years old. I’m a dental hygienist in a little town in southern Minnesota, about forty minutes from Mankato.
And I need to tell you about Kaylee’s father. Because Travis wasn’t wrong that there was one.
His name is Ryan. We got married young. Twenty-two. In the Lutheran church I grew up
