Chapter 12 - Desperate Measures

Isabel’s POV

Robert overheard the phone call and noticed my despair. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you okay, Isabel?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes.

“I uh… My father is in trouble. He’s being summoned to court. But he’s unable to take their calls, since he’s in the hospital,” I explained.

Robert overheard the phone call and noticed my despair. He immediately offered to drive me to the courthouse.

"Let me help, Isabel. You shouldn't go through this alone," he insisted. We hurried to court, my heart pounding with anxiety.

When we arrived, the staff informed me that if my father couldn’t pay off his debt, his house would be subject to foreclosure. The thought of losing my childhood home was unbearable. It was a large old farmhouse in the woods, filled with beautiful memories. My father had renovated it himself. Pouring blood, sweat and tears into the project.

"This can't be happening," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I grew up in that house. It holds so many memo