Fractured wrist.They put on a temporary cast and handed me pain meds in a little paper cup. The nurse asked me gently if I wanted to report anything.
“Not today,” I said.But something changed in me that night. Something quiet, but final.
The next morning, while drinking tea in silence at my kitchen table, I pulled out the folder labeled loan co-sign docs, Jacob and Ellie, new mortgage. I opened my laptop and logged into the mortgage application portal.
Let me explain how that folder came to exist.Last month they had begged me to co-sign.“Mom, it’s just until the bank clears our dual income,” Jacob had pleaded. “Ellie starts her new job in two months. Please. It’s our dream home.”I said yes. I always said yes.
