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 from Canada.

Every dollar I had sent with the belief that it was protecting my wife.

The backyard became silent.

“I didn’t send