He’s carrying a little over a hundred and forty thousand in debt, even after my loan. The honeymoon alone was nineteen thousand on a credit card. He’d been counting on the house to sell or borrow against, eventually.”
I closed my eyes.
“Sell it?”
“He’d had a broker friend look at it. In August. As a rental. Apparently it could bring in six or seven thousand a week in the summer. That was his plan. Live in it in the winter, rent it in the summer, and pay everything off.”
