Kit Wheeler couldn’t comprehend the news her father had shared with the family. Misfortune happened to other people, not the Wheeler’s, but she could see by her dad’s somber expression, the sad timbre of his voice, that every word was true. The bank had threatened to foreclose. But she wouldn’t lose their family home without a fight.
“How much time do we have to save the ranch? I have money set aside. I can help.”
Kit sat on an armchair in the corner of the living room feeling estranged from her family. The distance irritated her. She willed one of her siblings, her parents, or her grandmother, to speak— Silence. Defeat.
Her grandmother swayed back and forth on her old rocking chair as if waiting for death to come, or maybe the situation angered her. Kit couldn’t tell.
“Come on,” Kit begged, looking at each family member in turn, “will no one say anything?”
Sitting on a worn, gray-leather sofa, her father folded his arms. “Look, Kit, it’s great you want to help, but I’m not sure I can let you. Your funds probably wouldn’t make a difference anyway.”
“It’s worse than you’re saying, isn’t it?” She stretched forward, crossing her legs at her ankles. “Or could it be you won’t take my money, won’t accept my help? Dad. Why did you call us here? Will you throw your cards on the table, folding, admitting ruin, or at least try to play another round?”
“I won’t give up without a fight if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t like losing.”
“Just tell us, then. The truth. We’re adults. We can accept whatever you have to say.”
“You’re right. We’re behind on our mortgage payments by three months,” Michael Wheeler said, sighing. “The bank wants their money, but they’re willing to negotiate terms to give us more time. I’ve been in contact with a senior financial advisor. He’s suggesting we sell.”
...read the rest of chapter one in the July/August 2019 issue coming July 2!