Bank notices.
Copies of denied payment requests.
One letter showed that Mom had transferred $18,000 into a personal account.
Another showed nearly $11,000 paid to a vehicle dealership.
Then I found something even worse.
A credit card had been opened under Naomi’s name be like.
Balance: $14,700.
She stared at it.
“I never applied for that.”
That was the moment this stopped being a family argument.
It was fraud.
I leaned toward her.
“Listen to me carefully. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to act like I believe everything they told me.”
Naomi looked confused.
“Why?”
“Because greedy people behave differently when they think more money is coming.”
I took her hand.
“And I want them comfortable enough to show me everything.”
