Arthur sighed like I was testing his patience.
“We sold it. Closed this afternoon.”
“You sold your house? Why?”
“To save Chloe,” Martha cried. “Your sister was in trouble. The bank was going to foreclose. We couldn’t let our little girl lose everything.”
Chloe. My younger sister. The golden child who had never been allowed to fail properly because my parents always rescued her. Slowly, the truth came out. They had sold their paid-off home for $620,000, used the money to clear Chloe’s debts, and given her the rest so she could “start over.” Since I had a large house, they had decided they would take my downstairs suite.
“You decided this without asking me?”
“We are your parents!” Arthur shouted. “Family helps family. Now get out of the way.”
Then he put both hands on my chest and tried to shove me aside. Something inside me finally broke. I pushed him back. He stumbled against the railing and stared at me in disbelief.
