When my son Xavier brought his fiancée Cindy home, I recognized her face from a neighborhood warning about a scammer. Fearing for my son, I locked Cindy in the basement and called the police.
Though shocked, Xavier pleaded with me to explain. I accused Cindy of being the scammer who had conned Margaret’s son. When the police arrived, Cindy calmly explained she was often mistaken for the actual scammer. An officer confirmed her innocence, citing differences in eye color and that the real scammer had moved to Mexico.
Ashamed, I apologized. Cindy graciously forgave me, even joking that it would make a great story for her future children with Xavier.
