several days, more attempted purchases appeared.
A $14,200 resort booking. $9,600 worth of furniture. An $18,000 luxury vehicle deposit.
Every charge was rejected.
My family apparently assumed repeated attempts would somehow restore access to my money.
But their shopping was merely the beginning.
Rachel and I had spent the previous month reviewing Dad’s business finances.
Seven years before, when Bennett Construction was buried in debt, I’d saved it with a $750,000 secured loan through my investment firm, Bennett Capital.
The agreement was carefully structured. Dad maintained