She needed to find herself. Last I heard, she was in Oregon with a yoga instructor named River. Amber—my younger sister—lives in a four-bedroom house with a two-car garage and a pool.
She doesn’t work. Her husband, Trevor, sells insurance and does well enough, but not pool-and-luxury-SUV well. Well, that gap?
That’s where I come in. I paid for the down payment on their house. Mom called me crying one night.
Amber was stressed. Trevor’s credit wasn’t good enough for the loan they wanted. “Could you help?” Mom asked.
“Just this once.”
I wired $18,000 the next morning. Amber sent me a thumbs-up emoji. No thank you.
No card. Just a thumbs up. I paid for their youngest kid’s surgery two years ago—an emergency app
