“You read all of it.” “I read all of it,” Caleb said.

“It said if it wasn’t paid, or on a payment plan, by the end of the year, they’d start taking the house.

And Mom.” His voice broke.

“Dad built this house.

He built the deck himself, and the treehouse, and he painted my room.

You love this house.

It’s the last thing we have that’s really his.

I couldn’t just let them take it.