A man stuck a paper on our door.

Mom cried.

Dwight said the bank is taking our house and it’s your fault because you don’t send enough money.

Mom said I can’t tell you, because then you’ll find out where all the money went.

Please come home.

I’m not ok.

I read it four separate times.

Then I slid down onto the closet floor and cried for the first time since we buried my father.