I was trying to prevent us from losing our home without knowing why.

I printed every document and filed it by date because even then I hoped one day we could sit down, look at the numbers together, and find a way forward.

Mark would not sit down.

Instead, he told me I was making his life miserable.

I remember that evening because Tommy had drawn a picture of the three of us holding hands.

He waited until his father stopped talking before quietly sliding the page off the table.