ADVERTISEMENT
Done deal.”
“To save Bella,” my mother burst out, the tears starting freely now. “Your sister was in trouble. Real trouble.
The bank was going to take her condo. They were threatening to garnish her wages. We couldn’t let that happen.”
Thirty years old. The golden child, the princess who had never in her life been told no with any conviction. “So let me understand this,” I said, speaking slowly.
“Bella had debt. You sold your paid-off house, the house you’ve lived in for thirty years, to pay it off.”
We gave her the rest so she could get back on her feet.”
ADVERTISEMENT