My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

process has begun.”

I looked at my parents.

They were sitting at the far end of the table. They looked ten years older than they had at Christmas. My father, the proud retired cop, looked gray and defeated.

My mother looked hollow.

“Joshua,” my dad said. His voice was raspy. “It’s the house. It’s the home you grew up in.”

“I know,” I said.

“We have nowhere continue reading …