PART 2: I LET MY FAMILY BELIEVE I WAS STILL THE SAME MAN… THEN I REVEALED THE TRAP I HAD BEEN PREPARING
I didn’t pull out my phone to call the police.
Not yet.
I didn’t pull out my phone to scream at my mother.
Not yet.
I simply unlocked the screen and opened the one message I had been waiting for.
Then I turned the phone around.
“Theresa.”
My mother looked at me suspiciously.
“What?”
I held the phone up.
“Do you remember the money I sent every month?”
Her face changed slightly.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything.”
I tapped the screen.
A bank statement appeared.
Not just one.
Dozens.
Months of transfers.
Four years of deposits.
Every payment I had made
