When my son Xavier introduced us to his fiancée, Danielle, I was thrilled at first—until I saw her face. She looked exactly like the woman in a photo my friend Margaret had shown me—a woman who had scammed her son out of thousands. My heart sank, and a wave of dread hit me. I was certain—this was the same woman.
I’d always been protective of Xavier, and when he called to announce his engagement after just three months of dating, I was cautious. But I didn’t expect to feel so uneasy when I met Danielle. Despite my instincts, I welcomed her in, though I couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity. Throughout dinner, I discreetly searched for Margaret’s photo, but it was gone. The more I looked at Danielle, the more convinced I became.
I whispered to Nathan, “That’s her. The scammer. I’m sure of it.”
Nathan hesitated. “Are you sure? What if you’re wrong?”
“I know it’s her,” I said, panic rising. “I have to protect Xavier.”
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