I didn't take my parents home. I checked them into the Rehabilitation Hospital instead.
Because the real battle was just beginning.
The one-month deadline arrived.
Right on schedule, Abner called.
I didn't answer.
A voice message followed seconds later, his tone bordering on hysterical.
"Cassandra, what the hell? You took out a $500,000 loan? From a payday lender?"
"Debt collectors are calling ME now! Get home and explain yourself!"
I didn't respond.
Another message. His voice had climbed an octave.
"Why is there a court summons? You're suing my entire family? Have you completely lost your mind?!"
I replied calmly.
"I haven't lost anything."
"But you're about to."
