Paige's POV
I was reading the letter from the bank when the front door creaked open, and Ares' familiar cedar-and-pine scent filled the living room. He trudged in, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion, and dropped onto the couch beside me.
I heaved a sigh and handed the letter to him. "A letter from the bank. We're about to lose our house, Ares."
I pressed my lips together and heaved another sigh. It turns out Aunt Precy applied for a loan in a bank and used this house as a collateral when Achi got sick two years ago. We didn't know about this. I was shocked when I received this letter today.
"A collateral?" Ares blurted out and a low growl escaped his throat. He looked at me as he clenched his jaws. "We can't lose our house, Paige."
I nodded. "I know."
"How did
