As I prepared to leave for a corporate conference in Minneapolis, my seven year old daughter Sadie approached me in tears clutching a small brass key. She confessed that my mother Irene had instructed her to sneak the key out of my coat pocket while I was sleeping and touch my hand to ensure I would not wake up. My mother had arrived the previous evening to babysit while I traveled, stepping in to help as she often did since my wife Hannah passed away two years ago. Sadie was terrified that I would send her to boarding school for revealing this secret, but I immediately reassured her that she would never be punished for telling the truth. After noticing my mother had already left the house with her luggage, I canceled my car service and corporate schedule to investigate the situation. I used the returned key to unlock my private office drawer and discovered that Sadie’s passport and my sensitive estate documents were missing.
