After losing my daughter Meredith to a drunk driver, I did everything I could to help my granddaughter Emma cope with the loss. Despite battling a painful autoimmune disorder, I sent money and gifts to make Emma feel loved—especially for her birthday. But something felt wrong when she didn’t mention any of the presents. A heartbreaking phone call confirmed my worst fear: her stepmom Brittany had stolen every dollar I sent, even claiming the sapphire earrings meant for Emma as her own.
