When Daniel Harper raised his bidder card that Saturday morning, he wasn’t chasing treasure.
He was chasing rent.
At thirty-seven, Daniel was a single father in Tulsa, Oklahoma, raising his eight-year-old daughter, Lily, in a two-bedroom apartment that smelled faintly of old carpet and microwave dinners. He worked double shifts at a warehouse distribution center, loading and unloading trucks until his back throbbed and his hands split in winter.
Ever since Lily’s mother left three years ago—vanishing into another state with a brief goodbye note—Daniel had been everything: dad, mom, homework helper, bedtime storyteller.
And lately, he was barely keeping up.
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