My Family Toasted

the escrow—”

“I’m not dropping it.”

“Mara.”

“I’m not dropping it.”

“She’ll lose the house.”

I turned back.

That was the first time he sounded truly desperate.

“What?”

“Your mother. If the escrow expands, taxes, debt, the settlement, Preston’s loan—”

“Preston’s loan?”

Dad closed his eyes.

And there it was.

Another door.

“What loan?” I asked.

He looked like a man continue reading …