Pressing my lips together, I double checked the numbers on the computer screen.
With $760,000 to invest, this money was especially close to my heart. It was a life insurance policy from my late husband Zach.
I thought back to the bombshell door knock last December, just weeks before Christmas, as police delivered devastating news.
‘I’m sorry, your husband has been involved in a car accident,’ an officer said.
Zach, just 54, had been involved in a fatal crash, while towing a trailer full of our belongings.
But as I hung up, a sick feeling twisted in my stomach
