Chapter 7: The First Call
Mark called on the ninth day.
I was in the kitchen packing dishes into a cardboard box when the phone rang. His name on the screen looked ordinary, as if the previous week had not happened.
“Mom. We need to talk about the house. And any remaining assets. Lucas and I have been speaking with a liquidation specialist who can help us minimize further exposure—”
“There will be no liquidation,” I said.
A short silence. Then, sharper: “What do you mean?”
“I mean there is nothing left for either of you to liquidate.”
Another silence, longer this time. I could hear him breathing. When he spoke again the brisk tone had cracked slightly.
“Dad left $6.2 million in debt. We checked the filings. The company is worthless. You’re not thinking clearly. Grief does that.”
“I’m thinking more clearly than I have in years,” I answered. “Don’t call again unless it’s to apologize for missing your father’s funeral.”
I ended the call.
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Twenty minutes later Lucas’s name appeared on the screen. I let it go to voicemail. His message was shorter and colder than his brother’s, full of practical concern that sounded like a threat wrapped in family language. I deleted it without listening to the end.
By morning both of them were standing on my porch.
