In the days that followed, Emma and I delved deeper into the finances. We visited banks, spoke to financial advisors, and combed through records, searching for answers or missed details. Each meeting seemed to end the same way, with sympathetic looks but no solutions.
« There’s nothing more we can do, » one advisor said, his tone regretful but firm. « Without any other assets, bankruptcy might be your best option. »
Emma’s frustration was palpable as we left the advisor’s office. « I just don’t understand how this could happen, » she said, her voice strained.
I wished I had an answer for her, something that could make sense of the chaos we were facing. Instead, all I had were more questions.
We returned home, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. As we sat in the living room, Emma’s phone buzzed with another text. She glanced at it, her expression shifting from frustration to determination.
« We need to find out what really happened, » she said, her voice resolute. « This doesn’t add up. »
Her resolve sparked something in me, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find the truth behind the assurances that had turned to dust.
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