The divorce decree was clear. Mark, her ex-husband, was paying her $8,500 a month in alimony and child support. Tax-free. She was pulling in six figures a year while watching our elderly parents scrub floors to feed her.
I printed the documents. I also printed her latest receipts: designer bags, spa days, fine dining. I compiled a dossier that proved she was financially abusing our parents. But I needed the right moment to strike.
I found out my parents had applied for the church’s “Benevolence Fund” to pay the heating bill. They were begging for charity. Abigail was playing the role of the struggling single mom to the congregation to get free money.
I drove to the church office an hour before the committee meeting. I handed a thick manila envelope to Mrs. Higgins, the head of the charity board. “I think you need to see the full financial picture,” I told her.