Chapter 16 - Foreclosure Notices Hit the Family Home With Fury
The financial shockwaves of my father’s arrest hit their suburban household with devastating, immediate force.
Without my $850 monthly mortgage injections and with my father sitting behind bars awaiting trial, default was inevitable.
A bright orange foreclosure notice from the bank was slapped onto their front porch glass by Friday morning.
My mother, having been released from the hospital, sat on the front steps crying into her hands as neighbors watched.
Kelsey’s luxury car lease was repossessed from the driveway by a tow truck driver while she screamed obscenities.
They tried calling my personal cell phone dozens of times throughout the day, leaving frantic, tearful voice messages.
“Erin, please pick up! We’re losing the house! Talk to your lawyer, drop the charges, we’re family!”
I listened to thirty seconds of my mother’s sobbing voice message before hitting the delete button permanently.
I blocked their phone numbers, their email addresses, and their social media accounts in a single effortless swipe.
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The financial anchor that had dragged me down through eleven years of military service was finally severed.
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