When my son Xavier brought his fiancée, Cindy, home, I immediately recognized her as a woman who had scammed my friend’s son. Fearing for my son, I locked her in the basement and called the police,
Xavier was shocked, and Cindy was surprisingly calm, claiming she was not the scammer but someone who had been mistaken for her. The police confirmed the real scammer had a different eye color and was last seen in Mexico. Embarrassed, I apologized to Cindy, who took it in stride, joking that she’d have a funny story for their future children.
