Chapter 43: Liam
"Hey, is everything okay?"
My gaze slices to Sam who hovers at the threshold of my bedroom. Guess I hadn't realized I'd been staring off into space. There's a lot of shit on my plate and it's hard not to feel overwhelmed.
I'm trying to work with the bank and buy more time but given the fact that my father didn't bother to respond to their previous attempts to contact him, they're not exactly sympathetic to our plight. Maybe if I'd found out a little sooner, I could have done something about it. We have little more than a week until my family is supposed to be packed up and out of the only home we've ever known.
I don't understand what Dad had been thinking. And no amount of apologizing on his part makes the situation better.
I shake myself out of those thoughts and shove my hands through my hair before dragging my gaze to him. "Yeah, it's fine," I say with a shrug. "Just some home stuff." I almost laugh.
It's always home stuff.
It never gets better.