Why My Family Tried to Sign Away My Life Without My Consent
“To where?” I asked.
“Bora Bora,” she said. “He told me he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore.”
I felt a cold wave of anger wash over me.
“He left you and the kids to face these people alone?” I asked.
“He said he needed to clear his head,” she sobbed. “He told me to go to you.”
The kids on the couch flinched at the sound of her voice.
I looked at their small, tired faces.
They had been dragged into a nightmare they had no part in creating.
“He booked a luxury resort while his family is being hunted by creditors,” I said, my voice flat.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” Hannah said, reaching out to touch my arm. “Mother said you would have space for us.”
“Linda knew about this?” I asked, stepping back to avoid her touch.
“She helped me pack the car,” Hannah admitted. “She told me you wouldn’t turn your own family away.”
I walked over to the window and looked down at the street below.
Two blocks away, near the entrance of the park, a dark sedan was idling.