“We had to sell the car.” I said nothing.

“And some of my jewelry.” I remained silent.

“Aaron is moving into a small apartment,” she continued, her voice trembling.

“And I’m putting the house on the market.” “That sounds practical,” I replied, evenly.

Her lower lip quivered.

“The bank offered a repayment plan, but I can’t afford it.

The truth is, I could never afford it.” And that admission, more than anything, surprised me.

Theresa took a deep, shaky breath.