My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

A fugitive embezzler was a much bigger deal than a domestic dispute.

Victoria’s—or Jennifer’s—house of cards didn’t just fall. It vaporized.

The resolution wasn’t a big, cinematic courtroom showdown. It was a series of quiet, decisive clicks. A plea deal. A long-term correctional facility. Restitution orders.

Her name simply vanished from our lives.

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