They Drained My Account After the Family Reunion — Then the Door Blew Open

my own accounts, because if he did it to you, he might try it on me.”

“Smart,” I said.

“Also,” she added, “I’m on your side. If that matters.”

It mattered more than I could say.

My father’s signed confession sat in a safe deposit box at my new bank, along with copies of all the documentation. I never had to use it, but knowing it was there helped me sleep.continue reading …