By seven-thirty, my phone was ringing nonstop. My father sounded terrified.
“Julia, there has to be some mistake,” he said. In the background, I could hear my brother shouting.
“There’s no mistake,” I replied calmly. “You made it clear my children are not part of this family, so I no longer see a reason to keep supporting everyone.”
Then I gave them the news. They had sixty days to refinance the house or move out-
