When my husband took every dollar from our daughter’s college fund and left with someone new, it felt like the floor disappeared beneath my feet.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even decide what to do next.
Then my twelve-year-old daughter, Emma, looked at me with a calm I didn’t recognize and said, softly:
“Don’t worry, Mom. I did something.”
I stared at her. “You… what?”
She brushed her hair behind her ear. “Nothing you need to stress about. Just leave it to me.”
I thought she was trying to comfort me.
I was wrong.
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