Shortly after, she showed up looking exhausted and stressed, but she didn’t waste time before she said, “We’re about to lose the house.”
She explained how Rick’s construction business had fallen apart, how the bills had piled up, how the bank was closing in. They had tried everything, but nothing worked, and they were desperate to find a way out.
“How much do you need?” I asked, because I’ve always been the one who steps in.
“Twenty-five thousand,” she said.
That amount was nearly half my savings, but she was my sister so I agreed to give her the loan.
Rick came later to sign a basic loan agreement. He looked ashamed. “We won’t forget this,” he said.
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