C90 Ninety

“Dear wife.” I pause to allow the laughter bubbling in my throat to spill out. Throwing a glance at Brandon sitting ramrod straight, nails digging into the steering wheel while we wait for the light to turn green, I chuckle. He is too stiff. “This is so formal,” I say and he mutters an inaudible reply. My hand moves to his shoulder. “Relax, it’s just a letter