I Trusted My Granddaughter with Everything — Until She Drove Off with My Retirement Money
I’ve lived long enough to remember milk in glass bottles and Elvis on a truck radio. I raised three kids, buried my Paul, and worked double shifts at Mel’s Diner until my hands curled like question marks. When Paul died, I saved what little I had for my granddaughter, Miranda—$42,000 tucked in a lockbox behind…