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

They were running.

And they had hit a wall.

Back to Christmas Eve.

2:30 a.m.

I had hung up on my mother. The apartment was quiet again, but my phone was having a seizure.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

61 missed calls.

47 text messages.

I’m not exaggerating.

I put the phone on Do Not Disturb, but the screen kept lighting up like a strobe light in a horror movie.

I made the continue reading …