My husband’s phone crackled again.
“Did you find it?” the voice on the speaker asked.
And then my stomach dropped even further.
It was my brother.
My older brother, Daniel.
For a moment I thought my mind had snapped from shock. But no… it was unmistakable. That same low voice I’d heard my entire life.
“Yes,” my husband replied. “We’re looking.”
“You don’t have time to look, Mark,” Daniel snapped through the phone. “You need that contract. Once we have it, the debt legally transfers to her. The bank won’t come after us.”
My hands went numb.
The loan.
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