My MIL Needed Chemotherapy – A Year Later, I Learned Where the Money Really Went

“He made me believe that you were dying. I gave him everything, Gail.”

Her expression softened with regret. “I can’t undo the pain he caused, honey, but I can repay what he stole.

And if you’ll let me, I’d like to know you. Mrs. Parker sang your praises,” she said, smiling.

Something in me loosened, a knot finally undone. “I’d like that,” I said. Half an hour later, Gail and I sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea and sharing freshly baked scones.

I knew it was the start of something honest.