What they did not know was that a month before the wedding Logan and I had quietly separated most of my finances from the shared accounts my parents had access to, and the only reason their request succeeded was because I left one account open intentionally to see whether they would abuse the access.
I took a slow breath and answered simply, “Alright.”
Then I ended the call and began making plans that would change everything.
Exactly four weeks later my phone rang on a Tuesday night. My father’s voice sounded tense and uneasy.
“Allison,” he said without greeting, “what did you do.”
I blinked in confusion. “I did nothing. What happened.”
My mother grabbed the phone and spoke in a frantic voice. “We received a notice and there are people coming tomorrow. They said the house is scheduled for foreclosure.”
She could barely finish the sentence.
Logan looked up from the couch when he saw my expression and I switched the phone to speaker. My father cleared his throat.
“The notice says the mortgage is in default,” he admitted.
I leaned back slowly. “How could your house be in default when you always told everyone that it was fully paid off.”