At last I had a way to fight back.

The bank would have no choice but to freeze the loan.

The lien on the family estate would be formally challenged and tied up in probate.

Glenn wouldn’t be able to pull another cent out under my name.

I took a slow sip of the hot coffee.

The bitter taste steadied me.

I had given up my townhome.

I’d be living in base quarters or cheap rentals for three more years while I rebuilt that savings account.