“Three payments behind.”
“Since the accident?”
I just want them back.
“I missed work. My savings are gone.”
“Could you sell?”
“Mom and Dad helped me buy this place, Ethan. It’s the last thing they gave me.”
***
A few days after the funeral, Ethan and his wife, Claire, visited.
Claire looked nervous.
My savings are gone.
“We’ve been trying to have a baby for years,” she began. “But I can’t carry a pregnancy.”
Ethan squeezed her hand. “The specialists suggested surrogacy.”
“You’re asking me?”
“We wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate,” Claire whispered.
Ethan leaned forward. “We know about your mortgage. If you carry our baby, we’ll pay it off. Every dollar.”
It’s the last thing they gave me.
I stared at him. “You’re serious?”
“Completely.”
“That’s an enormous amount of money.”
“And you’d be giving us something money can’t buy.”
The specialists suggested surrogacy.
***
After the medical consultations, Ethan called.
