My wife, Sarah, was trying to be supportive, but I could see the fear in her eyes. We had two kids in college. We couldn’t take on my father’s debt.
“We have to sell the house quickly,” she said gently. “It’s the only way to pay the creditors.”
I knew she was right, but it broke my heart. This was the house I grew up in.
I spent the next Saturday cleaning out his home office, preparing for the sale. I was shredding old utility bills and throwing away junk mail.
I pulled out the bottom drawer of his heavy oak desk. It got stuck.