she laughed.
“Your brother has a future to build. You have money and no children. What else would you spend it on?”
I said nothing.
Instead, I reviewed the charity’s publicly accessible financial statements.
Three days later, Hazel Morgan, the foundation’s longtime bookkeeper, contacted me privately.
“Claire,” she whispered, “I think your mother and brother have been stealing from the charity.”
She forwarded seventeen documents.
By midnight, I knew the Christmas expenses were just the start.
And for the first time, I knew precisely how to stop them….
