“She had agreed to the loan.”
“I agreed to review the final documents,” I said.
“I never agreed to pay off your credit cards, Mike’s SUV, or Tyler’s future Mustang.”
Mike planted both hands on my table.
“It was all part of the same package.
We were going to make the payments.”
Daniel looked at him.
“You are already four months behind on the SUV, three months behind on two credit cards, and facing a collection action from a vacation lender.
What income were you planning to use?”
Mike glanced at Mom.
That glance told me more than his answer would have.
Mom lowered herself into a chair, still holding my unopened gift bag.
The gold tissue paper trembled in her hands.
“Your father wanted this house to take care of us,” she said.
Daniel opened the sealed file.
Inside were the original trust agreement, two amendments, a certified deed, and a cream-colored envelope with my name written in Dad’s slanted handwriting.
