Margaret's lips trembled violently.
Not a single word came out.
Richard sank back into his chair, all his anger and arrogance completely gone.
In that moment, he looked decades older.
More than half of his hair had turned gray.
His back was hunched, curved like an old bow.
One hand rested weakly on the table.
It was nothing but skin stretched tightly over bone.
A sharp ringtone suddenly cut through the silence.
A debt collector was calling.
It was the sixth time Ethan's phone had rung.
I pushed a pen across the table toward them.
"Sign it. This is the best deal you'll ever get. When those loan sharks come after you next month, that 12.01 million will at least keep you from losing your legs."
Richard picked up the pen.
He held it above the contract for what felt like an eterni
