My daughter spent $20,000 on my card for her husband’s “dream cruise vacation,” smirked, and said, “You don’t need the money anyway.” I just smiled and told her, “Enjoy it.”

Then I looked at the insurance policy on my desk: $500,000.

They’d forged my signature. They’d named themselves beneficiaries. They’d been draining $412 a month from my account for eleven months.

I was worth more to them dead than alive.

The numbers told a story I hadn’t wanted to see. They didn’t just need money. They needed me gone.

And the sickest part was that I’d made it easy for them. I’d handed them my house, my money, my trust. I’d co-signed loans and opened credit lines and asked no questions.

They owed me $61,500 while I was alive. They wanted $500,000 when I was dead.

But the money wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was still coming.

Sunday morning, seven weeks before the cruise, I was making coffee when Brandon’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. He’d left it there while he showered. The screen lit up with a notification.

Text message: Rico. Last warning. 32K by Friday or we coming to see you.

The screen went dark. Then another buzz.

Rico: You think we don’t know where you live?

My hands shook as I poured coffee.

Rico. $32,000. Last warning.

I heard the shower turn off upstairs.

Brandon’s tablet was on the couch. He’d been using it the night before for sports research. He always said he was studying betting strategies. I’d believed him.

The tablet screen was dark. I picked it up and pressed the power button.

Lock screen. Enter passcode.

Brandon was paranoid about passwords. He used different codes for everything.

But I knew him. I knew how his mind worked.

I tried Amber’s birthday: March 15th, 1993. Six digits. Incorrect passcode.

I tried their wedding anniversary: June 22nd, 2019. Incorrect passcode.

One more try before it locked.

I thought about what mattered most to Brandon—what he thought about every day.

Money.

I tried 500,000.

The screen unlocked.

My stomach dropped.

He’d been thinking about that number for so long he’d made it his passcode.

I had maybe three minutes.

I opened his apps. FanDuel. DraftKings. BetMGM. Caesars Sportsbook. Three crypto trading apps I didn’t recognize.

I opened FanDuel and checked the transaction history. The numbers scrolled down the screen—hundreds of bets, thousands of dollars, most of them losses.

I screenshotted everything, sent the images to my email, and deleted the sent items from his tablet.

DraftKings was worse. $50,000 lost over six months.

BetMGM: $30,000.

I found a notes app and opened it.

A spreadsheet.

Total losses, 18 months: $83,000. Current debts: credit cards, $12,000. Personal loan (Mom co-signed): $15,000. Rico loan shark: $32,000. Total owed: $59,000.