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My wife passed away years ago. Every single month, I sent her mother $300—until I

My heart sank as I stared at the scene before me, struggling to comprehend how this could be. My thoughts raced, but one thing was clear: I needed answers.

I parked the car and cautiously approached the house, a mixture of dread and disbelief weighing heavily on my shoulders. I knocked on the door, my hand trembling slightly. Moments later, it swung open to reveal a woman I didn’t recognize. She looked at me with polite curiosity, but no hint of familiarity.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

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