Trevor, my brother-in-law, turned livid. Brianna said the apartment was financed through a partnership with a brand.
Cornered, Brianna claimed it was “family money” and accused her father of favoritism. She explained that she needed the apartment to maintain her influencer image. Her father’s voice broke as he replied, “You could have asked.”
He did not protect her.
Less than an hour later, two officers were standing under our chandelier. Digital searches led directly to Brianna’s devices. She was charged with identity theft and embezzlement. As they led her away, half-empty plates littered the table.
During Sunday dinner, my father casually asked me how I had used the $200,000 he claimed to have sent for my house.
I was paralyzed: I hadn’t received a single cent. He insisted that my sister Brianna had emailed him my “bank details.” When he showed us the transfer confirmation, the account had my name and social security number on it, but it wasn’t mine.
We called the bank. On the phone, the fraud advisor confirmed that the account had been opened online in my name. The login activity originated from our home IP address. The money had already been withdrawn: it had been used to pay suppliers and a certified check for a downtown apartment.
Trevor, my brother-in-law, turned livid. Brianna said the apartment was financed through a partnership with a brand.
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