When I sent gifts and money to my granddaughter after my daughter’s death, I thought I was helping her heal. I never imagined her stepmother was pocketing every penny, and worse, stealing something far more precious. I knew it was time to step in… and show the woman what real payback looks like.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But when it comes to protecting your grandchild, it needs to be served with unapologetic clarity that leaves no room for doubt. That’s what I learned at 65 when I discovered just how far grief and greed could twist a family.
My name is Carol, and I remember the funeral like it was yesterday. Gray skies, the smell of rain-soaked earth, and Emma’s tiny hand clutching mine as they lowered my daughter’s casket into the ground. Meredith was only 34 when a drunk driver took her from us.