At 45, my mom found love again, and though I wanted to be happy for her, there was something about Aaron, her 25-year-old fiancé, that unsettled me
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Aaron might be after something more than her heart. I was determined that I would protect her, so I pretended to support their relationship while secretly trying to uncover any red flags. However, Aaron seemed perfect—charming, respectful, and kind—giving me no reason to distrust him.