Chapter 15

The 49ers win streak continued, and playoff energy crackled through the Bay like electricity.

But while the world saw Brandon as unstoppable, behind the scenes, a storm was quietly forming.

It started with a knock at his locker.

"Hey, B," said Marcus Crane, the team's PR manager. "Got a call from ESPN. They want you on a panel—live. Big contract. Off-season deal. Regular appearances. National coverage."

Brandon blinked. "ESPN?"

"Yup. National spotlight, big paycheck, the works."

"And… what's the catch?"

Marcus shrugged. "You'd need to be available Sundays. Travel-heavy. And… they're asking you to keep your personal life a little more… neutral."

Neutral.

That was code for: Don't talk about God. Don't talk about Genevieve.

Brandon's heart sank.

That night, he told Genevieve everything over dinner. She listened quietly, stirring her spoon through her soup, brows furrowed.

"You deserve recognition, Baby," she said. "You've worked so hard. But if the spotlight dims your light… is it worth it?"

He reached across the table, taking her hand. "I want to share everything with you. My faith. My story. Us."

Genevieve looked into his eyes. "Then share it on your terms. Not theirs."

Brandon nodded slowly. "You're right. I don't need a platform that requires me to hide the best parts of my life."

The next day, Brandon met with Marcus again.

"I'm grateful," Brandon said, "but I have to pass."

"You sure? It's seven figures."

"I'd rather have a clean heart than a fat paycheck."

And just like that… he walked away.

Meanwhile, Genevieve was in rehearsals—not for a show, but for something new: a community music night hosted at the stake center. She'd been invited to sing a special number and bear testimony in between musical numbers.

She was nervous.

It had been a long time since she'd sung in front of an audience not made of fans or directors—but instead, saints.

"Do it for Him," Brandon said gently when they rehearsed together in her apartment. "Your voice is a gift. Give it back to the Giver."

She smiled through watery eyes. "You always know what to say."

"You always give me something worth saying."

Saturday night arrived.

The chapel was full. Friends, families, youth groups—everyone had come to feel the Spirit through music.

When Genevieve stepped up to the mic, Brandon's heart raced.

She was glowing.

She sang "I Know That My Redeemer Lives" with such tenderness that the entire room stilled. Not a sound. Not a cough. Just the Spirit filling every inch of the space.

When she finished, there were no cheers—only tears. That holy hush that comes when heaven is near.

Brandon was the first one to rise to his feet. Not in applause, but in reverence.

Because that…

That was the woman he loved.

Not a performer.

Not a celebrity.

A daughter of God.

And he was hers.

After the program, they stood together under the stars.

"You were amazing tonight," Brandon said, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"So were you. For saying no to something most people would've chased."

Brandon wrapped his arms around her. "I already have everything I could ever want. I have you. I have my faith. And I have peace."

She smiled. "So what now?"

He kissed her forehead.

"Now… we focus on forever."