appeared behind them, mascara streaking her cheeks, still clutching her phone as though it could rescue her.
“I didn’t know Dad was stealing,” she said quickly.
My attorney opened a folder. “We have your bank deposits, your fundraiser records, and your messages calling the memorial fund ‘easy grief money.’”
Vanessa’s mouth fell open.
Dad rounded on her. “You idiot.”
Then the next wave of consequences arrived.
Authorities froze the memorial account. The district attorney filed charges involving fraud, conspiracy, and misuse of charitable donations. By week’s end, Dad’s company had
