” he blurted.
My stomach dropped.
“What was temporary?”
Ryan looked trapped.
“Brandon needed startup money.”
I stared.
The room blurred.
“The bank refused him,” Ryan continued desperately. “Mom said we could pay it back later after selling the condo.”
Selling the condo.
The words hit me like a punch.
They weren’t planning to take my home.
They were already using continue reading …