If you follow me on X, you know the scene at our house right now: everyone’s down with something—fevers, coughs, sneezes, the full symphony of misery. Everyone except Brandon. That man’s immune system is made of steel.
Biltmore House. America’s castle. Belle and I finally went together last month. She’d never been before—I carry a little guilt about that. She’s been back home more times than I can count, but I waited too long to give her…
