“I thought you were judging us,” Chelsea admitted.
“I was disappointed sometimes.”
She flinched.
“But I didn’t think you were bad people,” he continued.
“I thought you were frightened people making expensive choices.”
Chelsea gave a small, pained smile.
“That may be worse.”
“It is more accurate.”
Fiona opened the folder.
“The restructured note will be ready for signatures today.
The first payment is due in thirty days.
If you sell the house, the remaining balance will be paid from the proceeds.
If you retain it, the five-year schedule remains in place.”
Logan looked at Chelsea.
They had spent the previous night reviewing their accounts.
They could sell the house, pay Albert, and clear most of the business debt, but they would need to move into something smaller.
Their lives would become less impressive and more manageable.
For the first time, that possibility did not feel like failure.
“We’re going to sell,” Logan said.
