Two days before our wedding, I bent down to pick up my earring under my fiance's childhood bed. What I found instead made me call the cops and cancel the wedding.

Two days before my wedding, I was in my fiance's childhood bedroom. I dropped an earring, and when I bent down to get it under the bed, I saw a small box.

"Olivia? What are you doing down there?" Tom called from the doorway.

I quickly grabbed the box and stood up. I opened it in the bathroom and locked the door. Inside were a bunch of old letters, a keychain, and a stack of receipts.

The emergency dispatcher's voice came on the phone. "Stay calm. Officers are on the way."

Tom started banging on the door. "Why is it locked? Who are you talking to?"

I looked at the name on one of the receipts-it was from an elderly woman named Edith. She was Tom's great-aunt.

Edith had been reported missing a few days ago. And Tom was the last one seen with her.

"I'm talking to the florist," I shouted through the door.

I met Tom on a dating app. Most guys just wanted to talk about work or hobbies. But he asked about my dreams and listened so intently.

On our first date, we sat in a coffee shop for hours. He remembered little details about my family.

A month later, he found a vintage record my dad used to play for me. "I always keep you in mind," he said.

A year later, he proposed, and I said yes before he could finish.

At our engagement party, I met Edith. She was a sweet old lady who lived in a senior living community but still managed her own money.

During the party, she seemed a bit lost. She was looking for something.

Tom's mom, Linda, said, "You probably left it at home."

Tom reached into Edith's purse and pulled out a small notebook.

Edith smiled, but there was a look of unease in her eyes.

"Edith really needs me," Tom joked.

Later, Edith pulled me aside and said, "Did Tom tell you about the papers?"

Before I could ask, Tom came over and said, "Don't let her drag you into her stories."

On the way home, he said Edith got worried about money sometimes, and he helped her with bills.

Two days before the wedding, we went to Linda's house to get some old photos.

Linda complained that Edith had been calling about some missing money.

"She gets scared. I'll handle it," Tom said.

When I asked where Edith was, he said he took her to the post office.

Then he went to the basement, and I was alone in his old room. That's when I dropped the earring and found the box.

There were receipts for big purchases, like a new TV and a vacation package. And there was a letter from Edith that said, "Tom, please give me back my money. I need it for my care."

The phone in the box started ringing. It was the senior living community.

"Is Edith with you?" the staff member asked. "Tom took her out, but she hasn't returned." I took the box and the letter into the bathroom and called the police.

Before I opened the door, I took pictures of everything, put the box back, and texted our wedding planner, Fiona.

"Stop all wedding payments. Don't tell Tom."

Fiona replied, "Done. I'm on it."

When I opened the door, Tom was waiting, looking at me closely.

Just then, there was a loud knock downstairs.

Linda called, "Tom, there are police officers here."

I walked past him without saying a word.