"DAMN." I muttered as I glanced at my bankbook on the center table. In a week, I was only able to collect five hundred thousand dollars from the loan I took out from the bank. 

Dad emerged from the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He placed it in front of me. "You still haven't eaten lunch."

I've been staying here with my father for a week now. After filing a leave of absence from my work, I went back here to Portland. 

"It's okay, Dad." I gave him a small smile. "I'm still full from the pancake you made for breakfast earlier."

Dad sighed as he sat beside me....