“What happens now?”
“We refinance the line or sell something.”
“We don’t have anything to sell.”
“Then we find a way.”
“And the family loan?”
“We speak to the bank.”
She gave a small, humorless laugh.
“Your father wants one hundred eighty-six thousand dollars.”
“He gave us the money.”
“He said it was for the house.”
“He said it was a loan.”
“You never told me that.”
“I thought you knew.”
“I thought it was his contribution.”
“To what?”
“To the family.”
Logan stared at her.
For the first time, he understood that Chelsea might not have known the full arrangement.
She had accepted the renovated kitchen, the new roof, and the upgraded electrical system as things his father had chosen to provide.
He had never corrected her.
Not because she had asked him to hide it.
Because he had been ashamed to admit how much help they needed.
