The tow truck driver wasted no time.

He jumped from the cab and began unwinding a heavy steel chain.

The metallic sound rang down the street.

Clack.

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Inside the house, the laughter of Chelsea’s friends died instantly.

Chelsea appeared at the dining room window.

Her face turned pale with shock.

She dropped her mimosa and rushed toward the front door.

“Hey! What are you doing?” she shouted as she ran across the lawn.

The driver did not even look at her.

He hooked the chains beneath the luxury SUV.

“Vehicle repossession, ma’am,” he said flatly.

“You can’t do that! That’s my car!”

“The vehicle is registered under Albert Higgins,” the driver replied. “The repossession order came through his attorney.”

By then, all of Chelsea’s friends had stepped onto the porch.

They whispered among themselves, wide-eyed at the scandal unfolding in front of them.

The woman who loved presenting herself as perfectly wealthy was now watching her car get taken in front of the entire neighborhood.

The humiliation was complete.

The SUV lifted off the ground.

Chelsea burst into tears as the tow truck drove away with her prized symbol of status.

At the same time, Logan was facing his own nightmare at the dealership.

The bank manager had already called his boss.

Rumors about personal bankruptcy were spreading.

Logan’s carefully polished image was collapsing.

By two o’clock that afternoon, they had no choice.

They had to find me.

They expected to discover me in some cheap bed-and-breakfast.

Instead, the address Fiona gave them led to the most respected law firm downtown.

When they pushed open the heavy glass doors of Cartwright’s office, they looked exhausted.

They were led into a large conference room with glass walls.

I was already seated at the far end of the table.

My back was straight. My suit was flawless.

I was no longer the old retired man they had pushed into a back room.

I was the creditor.

Fiona sat to my right, arranging papers with surgical precision.

Logan and Chelsea sat across from me.

Neither one could meet my eyes.

“Dad…” Logan began, his voice shaking. “Please. Stop this.”

Chelsea leaned forward, trying to sound emotional.

“Albert, we were just stressed that night. You misunderstood. We’re family.”

I looked at her coldly.

“I misunderstood nothing, Chelsea.”

I folded my hands on the polished table.

“You told me to stay in my room. So I chose a bigger room.”

Fiona took control.

“Mr. and Mrs. Higgins, the situation is simple.”

She slid three folders toward them.

“The bank requires a new co-signer by the end of the week.”

“The $65,000 loan is due today at 5:00 p.m.”

Logan buried his face in his hands.

“We don’t have that kind of money, Dad. You know we’re living paycheck to paycheck. If you do this, we’ll lose everything. The house. Everything.”

I looked at my son.

He had chosen the arrogance of a cruel woman over the respect owed to his own father.