I discovered my credit card had been swiped to the limit — $36,000 had disappeared right before my birthday. My dad simply said, ‘The family needed that money more Her mother gave a thin smile: ‘Go celebrate on your own.’ I replied calmly, ‘Then don’t ever call me again.’ But they didn’t know she controlled more than just one account.
I found out my credit card was dead three days before my thirtieth birthday. The plastic itself sat right where it always did, tucked into the little zipper pocket of my wallet like it had never moved. But the account behind it? That thing was a smoking crater. The bank alert came at 2:14…
