My husband Duncan and I built a life of routines—kids, a mortgage, quiet evenings. Predictable. Safe. Until a broken toilet changed everything. It started as a slow refill issue. I asked Duncan to fix it. He brushed it off. Days passed. Suspicious, I opened the tank myself—and found a vacuum-sealed package stuffed with $60,000 in cash.
We were barely scraping by. I was stunned. When Duncan got home, I confronted him. He admitted the money belonged to his brother, Trey—recently out of prison—who asked him to hide it, supposedly from a lottery win. The real reason? Avoiding child support payments to his ex, Nora. I was furious. Duncan had helped Trey hide money and put our family at risk.
