That was nearly half my savings, but she was my sister, so I agreed. Rick came by to sign a simple loan agreement, promising they wouldn’t forget the help. After the money hit their account, Lisa cried with relief, and I felt I’d done the right thing.
Months passed with no mention of repayment. Instead, their social media filled with weekend trips, new outfits, dinners out—and Rick posing with a brand-new truck. Meanwhile, I was stretching groceries and teaching small workshops to rebuild my income. At a family dinner I asked how things were going, and Lisa casually said, “Much better,” but still said nothing about the loan.
