Betrayed by Family, Saved by Son

My sister Katie was always the golden child. When our parents died,

we got equal shares, and I stupidly added her as a joint name on my accounts because I trusted her.

Last week, I came home from a double shift and my 12-year-old son Ryan looked oddly

calm. “Dad, don’t check your bank account. Just trust me.”

Of course I checked. Everything was gone — $42,000, including his education fund.

Katie didn’t answer my calls, then I saw her Instagram story at the airport with her boyfriend:

“New beginings.” I broke down. Ryan quietly said, “I handled it.” Turns out when she

visited, he saw her emails about running away with my money. He took screenshots,