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.
“Grandma?” Emma looked up at me, her six-year-old eyes swimming with confusion. “Where’s Mommy going?”
I knelt down despite my aching joints and held her shoulders. “Mommy’s gone to heaven, sweetheart. But she’ll always be watching over you.”
“Will I still get to see her?”
The question knocked the wind from me. I pulled her close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo—the same brand Meredith had always used on her.
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