*SELENE*
The call came from my father early in the morning.
"We need to talk. Come home today." He said in a tone that said it was not a request, and hung up without waiting for a response from me. His usual way of forcing his decisions on me, whether I liked it or not.
I sat up slowly, dread settling in my stomach.
The drive back home took forty minutes. My mother was at the kitchen table, and my father was standing by the window, with neither smiling.
"Sit."
I sat.
He placed a folder on the table.
"Open it."
Bank statements. Loan documents. Foreclosure notices.
My hands went cold. "What is this?"
"This is what happens when you fail."
I looked up. "What are you talking about?"
"Maxwell Cox." My mother's voice was quiet. "He's broke, Selene."
The words didn't make sense.
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