noticed an unopened envelope on my parents’ kitchen counter.
It had the words Foreclosure Notice printed across the front.
At the time, I’d assumed it was an older warning that had already been resolved.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
I called Mom.
She answered nervously.
“Lucas, please don’t upset your father again.”
“Mom, is the mortgage still behind?”
She hesitated.
“Khloe said she was taking care of it.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Silence.
Then she whispered, “Yes.”
I closed my eyes.
“Mom, I’ve sent enough money to cover those payments. Khloe never gave it to you.”
My mother began crying.
“I don’t understand why she’d do something like this.”
“Neither do I.”
Then I made her a promise.
“I’m going to find out what happened.”
Things became even stranger when Khloe disappeared.
My parents told me she had left the house during the night.
Her car was gone.
She
