Kevin’s phone buzzed at 2 AM. “New login to your bank account from Nigeria.” He sat up fast. He hadn’t been to Nigeria. He hadn’t even been on his computer. But his password had been stolen in a data breach three months ago. A breach he didn’t even know about. The login failed. The criminal
Emma’s 10-year-old son came to her crying at 11 PM on a Tuesday. Through tears, he told her about “Jake,” someone he’d been chatting with in Roblox for three weeks. Jake said he was 12. Jake asked for photos. Jake wanted to know which school he went to. Emma’s hands went cold. She didn’t know
Sarah stared at her phone screen, heart pounding. The text looked real: “USPS: Package delivery failed. Confirm address: [link].” Her sister had mentioned sending a birthday present last week, so the message made sense. She tapped the link. The page loaded instantly, with an official USPS logo in blue and red, and a professional layout.
Sarah’s hands trembled as she stared at her phone screen. Her banking app showed $47,000 missing from her retirement account. Gone. Just gone. Three weeks earlier, she’d stopped at a coffee shop. Used their free WiFi. Paid a few bills. Nothing unusual. Nothing seemed dangerous. That free WiFi wasn’t secure. Someone was watching. Recording. Stealing