It was my sister Lisa. Her voice trembled as she explained their situation. She and her husband Rick were behind on their mortgage, drowning in bills, and facing the real threat of foreclosure.
“We just need a little breathing room,” she said. “Just a year to get things back on track. I swear we’ll pay you back.”
They were family. Of course I helped.
That was my first mistake.
Trusting Family with a Loan Felt Right — Until Everything Went Wrong
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