The breakthrough came on a rainy Thursday, when I received a call from Mary, the caregiver. “I’ve found something,” she said, her voice tinged with hesitation. “We need to meet.” We arranged to see each other at a nearby café, a neutral ground for what promised to be a revealing discussion.

As I sat waiting, rain pattering against the window, I wondered what she had discovered. When she arrived, she slid into the seat across from me, a folder tucked under her arm. “I pulled some records,” she began, pushing the folder towards me. “There are invoices that don’t match the services provided.”

I flipped through the pages, each one a testament to the discrepancies I had suspected. The amounts were significant, and the dates consistent with the unauthorized withdrawals. “This confirms what I feared,” I said quietly, looking up to meet her eyes. She nodded, her expression sympathetic.

Mary explained that she had been unaware of the full extent, having trusted the administrative side of the care facility to handle finances appropriately. Her willingness to help was a small comfort, but I knew the path ahead would be challenging.

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