My Family Toasted

short-term.”

“For what?”

“Investments.”

“What investments?”

No answer.

I knew then.

“Gambling?” I asked.

Dad’s silence confirmed it.

I walked to the window.

The city below blurred behind snow.

All those years, they had called me difficult for identifying risk.

And the golden son had borrowed millions against imaginary liquidity to cover gambling losses.

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