\u201cMom,\u201d Nathan said slowly, \u201cwhat do you mean there was still sixty-eight thousand dollars?\u201d I tightened my grip on the phone. That was the balance left in the account\u2014the money meant to finish the small suite I was supposed to move into near Nathan and my grandson, Liam. But Nathan went silent. Alyssa, his wife, had told him the account was empty and the contractor needed even more money before my suite could be completed.<\/p>\n
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Then Nathan admitted something that made my stomach drop. Three days earlier, Alyssa had put home-equity-loan papers in front of him the moment he came home from work. Fifty thousand dollars. She claimed the extra loan was necessary because I’d be devastated if construction was delayed again. Nathan had signed without checking the account himself. Suddenly, the missing stove, shrinking closet, and endless construction excuses felt different. \u201cNathan,\u201d I asked carefully, \u201cwho exactly has Alyssa been paying all these months?\u201d<\/p>\n
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