I stood frozen.
The room was lined with neatly stacked boxes.
Inside each one were bundles of cash, carefully organized and labeled with dates.
My heart raced.
The money looked real.
There was far more than the $80,000 she had sent me each year.
Before I could think, I heard footsteps climbing the stairs.
My first instinct was to close the box, but it was too late.
The bedroom door opened.
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