I was waiting for him in the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey. Where’s Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
Then he noticed Denise’s business card sitting on the table.
His smile disappeared.
I pointed toward a chair.
“Sit down.”
He didn’t move.
“What happened?”
“Sit.”
Jason slowly lowered himself into the chair.
I placed copies of the paperwork directly in front of him.
“Explain these.”
His face immediately went pale.
“It’s not what you think.”
“What do I think?”
“I was helping Mom.”
“By getting access to her accounts?”
He rubbed his jaw.
“Come on.”
I stared at him.
“Why, Jason?”
He didn’t answer.
“How much did you need?”
His eyes finally lifted toward mine.
Silence.
“Twenty.”
“Jason.”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty what?”
“Thousand.”
My hands went cold.
“Why?”
He looked toward the stairs.
“My business is in trouble.”
And finally, the entire story came out.
Payments were late.
