Rebecca looked at me.
“But Daniel would have to empty most of the children’s education savings to qualify comfortably after closing costs and pay down another debt first.”
I stared at her.
“What other debt?”
Her eyes met mine.
“A business loan.”
“What business?”
“Daniel’s.”
I shook my head.
“He doesn’t own a business.”
Rebecca’s expression told me I was wrong.
“He does now.”
Since when?
Why had he hidden it?
And most importantly, if Daniel had been carrying a financial burden large enough to threaten the children’s savings, why had no one thought I should know?
PART 4
For most of Daniel’s life, I had known when he was hiding something.
At seven, he hid a broken lamp behind the sofa.
At thirteen, he hid a report card beneath his mattress.
At seventeen, he tried hiding the fact that he had backed Arthur’s car into our mailbox.
