But the discovery that broke my heart was not the luxury my parents had bought with the stolen money.

It was learning how many members of my own family had suffered, quietly, while my parents lived in stolen comfort.

An aunt had delayed a crucial cancer treatment because my father told her the trust had no liquid assets available.

A cousin had taken out crushing predatory loans to pay her daughter’s college tuition.

An uncle had sold his home at a loss after my father convinced him a property sale had yielded no profit.

The money had been there the entire time.