Nineteen days later, I received a call from Priya. The credit union had reviewed the evidence and agreed to release me from the BMW loan. I cried with relief. My parents couldn’t refinance the vehicle independently, and eventually the BMW was surrendered. The beautiful car that had once been celebrated in the driveway was gone.
Meanwhile, I accepted an opportunity to transfer to my company’s Phoenix office. I needed distance and a fresh beginning. A few weeks later, Vanessa unexpectedly appeared at my apartment. She admitted she hadn’t known I was responsible for the loan. She explained that Dad had used expensive gifts to keep everyone dependent on him. I wasn’t ready to forgive everything, but I agreed to hear her out.
