Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“They are moving up the timeline,” Marcus said, his voice rising in a rapid, enthusiastic burst of nervous energy.
“They claim the default on the personal guarantee allows them to accelerate the sale of the asset.”
“We have seventy days,” I said, my voice steady despite the sudden coldness in my chest.
“We do not have seventy days if they file the public notice next week,” Marcus said, his finger spinning the gold ring faster.
“The market will dry up, and the house will be gone.”
He leaned forward, his hands flat on his knees.
“We need to clear the first seventy-four thousand of the line of credit immediately to halt the filing.”
I looked down at the paper, the date of May 14 staring back at me like a countdown.
The Delaware trust papers were still in my briefcase, a quiet secret between David and me.
“I will handle it,” I said, my voice flat and quiet.
“Are you sure, Clare?” he asked, looking at me with a sudden, soft intensity.
“Because if we lose this place, we lose everything we built.”
“I am sure,” I said.
