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.
Rick got on the call, too. “This would mean the world to us, Ivy. We’ll draw something up if that makes you feel better. You’d be saving us.”
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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