Three Suitcases Left in the Rain and Nineteen Million Dollars in Cancun
“We need this to go through,” he said, his voice dropping so low I had to lean forward to hear him over the music. “My business accounts are overdrawn by twelve thousand dollars, Mom.”
I looked at his hands, still hidden deep in his pockets, and saw the slight tremor in his shoulders.
“Did you know about the appraisal truck last week?” I asked.
Nathan shook his head, his chin sinking toward his chest.
“I don’t know about the trucks,” he said. “I just know she has the bills, and they keep coming.”
“She wants to sell this house, Nathan,” I said. “Your father built this place for us.”
“Why twelve thousand dollars, Nathan?” I asked.
“A bad investment in the supply yard,” he said, looking at his shoes. “Sable tried to help, but her own credit cards were already… she had some outstanding balances from the boutique. We had to use the business line to cover them.”
“You used your business credit to pay her personal card debt?” I asked.
