My daughter screamed: “Pay your rent or get out!” – and i left. She didn’t

I answered her call calmly, aware of the whirlwind of emotions that must have been swirling through her mind. “Dad, you have to help us,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief. “They’re evicting us from the house, and I don’t know what to do.”

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Gina,” I began, my voice gentle but firm. “There are things you don’t know—things I should have told you a long time ago.”

There was a pause on the other end, a silence so dense it felt like a physical presence. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice now a mix of curiosity and frustration.