We are an innocent couple facing twenty years in prison while enduring financial ruin. We are at risk of total destruction.

Help Fight Our Unjust Legal Battles

My name is Wendy. My husband, Casey, and I have endured corrupt justice with false allegations, angry public backlash, and the loss of our business. We have decided to share our story, explaining how your support can help to right so many wrongs.

EVERYTHING IS ON THE LINE

If you cannot read our entire story, we want you to know what a donation will help us conquer.

Most urgent is the potential repossession of all business equipment, which is necessary to earn an income.

Arrears for equipment = $12,800

Arrears for our truck – needed to transport products = $3,800

Electric bill = $4,800

Arrears for our car, needed for daily transportation and medical appointments = $4,600

Equipment and vehicle payments during recovery = $12,000

Business expenses for necessary operations and outreach = $8,000

TOTAL GOAL = $46,000

Please do not think this is insurmountable and, therefore, does not justify a donation. We are committed to chipping away as much as possible.

WHO WE ARE

Casey and I have dedicated our lives to our family. In the early days of our relationship, Casey was a cabinetmaker. I homeschooled our middle child and worked part-time as a caregiver. Money was tight.

In 2016, Casey left cabinetmaking to start a remodeling company. It thrived, thanks to his talents and my design skills. We built beautiful spaces, formed strong client relationships, and became a top contractor.

IT ALL CAME CRASHING DOWN

My caregiving job became full-time. Casey's mother, who once shared duties, passed away from connective tissue disease. We grieve her loss daily—her wisdom and love left an irreplaceable void.

In late 2024, I lost my father unexpectedly. A tumor was found in his throat, and within 24 days, cancer had spread throughout his body. He died with my mother by his side. I cannot reconcile his death, and the silence of his absence is deafening.

Only a few months later, I was accused of stealing from the person I cared for like family. I was shattered and felt betrayed.

In March 2025, law enforcement arrived at our home in the early hours to arrest me on probable cause. They also took Casey, an innocent bystander. Outside, we saw multiple unmarked vehicles, detectives, and countless deputies – complete overkill for two people with no record, accused of nonviolent crimes. They cuffed us in front of our children and took us to jail.

A police officer demanded my phone, insisting I unlock it without a clear reason. It was confiscated without a warrant. It holds irreplaceable memories of my dad, and I may never see it again.

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF HELL

Held under “probable cause,” we endured 24 hours in inhumane county jail conditions. We were denied phone calls – a basic right – and our prescription medications, including Casey’s blood pressure pills. No clocks, windows, or signs of time distorted our sense of reality. Constant bright lights and freezing air vents added to the psychological torment intended to punish us further.

In my cell, another woman vomited blood from fentanyl withdrawal. Guards ignored her pleas and left the vomit uncleaned. They served our meals beside her vomit. I sat near the vomit for 14 hours until my complaining prompted a guard to clean my cell, only an hour before my release.

Casey shared a tiny cell with four others. He managed to create camaraderie with the others in his holding cell, amid trays and bags from previous meals. Basic sanitation was clearly ignored.

Upon release, we were denied phone calls to arrange transportation. A guard shoved me out, saying, “Have a nice life,” and slammed the door behind me. I waited in the cold for Casey. Our reunion was an emotional breakdown: holding each other, crying, and overwhelmed by shock. My father-in-law waited nearby, sitting in stress, not knowing when we would be released. At home, waves of anger, fear, betrayal, and shock overwhelmed us. Our faith in American freedoms crumbled.

CRIMINAL CHARGES THAT HAVE RUINED US

Hours after release, we faced Class A felony charges for stealing from and abusing the woman I cared for over 15 years. We potentially face twenty years to life in prison – harsh punishments typically reserved for murderers and rapists.

Warrants were issued for our arrest with the intent of putting us right back in jail. The following is an excerpt from the arresting detective’s statement, which is public record:

I believe that the defendant will not appear in court in response to a criminal summons because the defendant had not cooperated with law enforcement…

… the defendant poses a danger to the community or to any other person… it is believed if the defendant is left in the community she will find more victims.

His claims – that we'd skip court, hadn't cooperated, and endangered others – were vengeful. He advocated for arrest without bail, intending to leave us in jail for the entire duration of our case, completely disregarding our livelihood and our children, who depend on us. Our youngest, diagnosed with Anti-Social Personality Disorder, autism, and schizoaffective disorder, relies on us for daily care. Jailing us could make him a ward of the state. Our middle child, who worked with Casey, would lose his job and stability. Our oldest would shoulder unbearable burdens. And our surviving parents would grieve themselves to death.

We hired a top defense attorney, using all our savings and more. We cannot entrust our freedom to the cheapest lawyer in town. The warrants were dismissed. Our lawyer advises us wisely, appears alongside us at multiple court appearances, and encourages us every step of the way.

THE PUBLIC BACKLASH OF HATE

Local news blasted us as the town's biggest scandal, though they never made a single attempt to reach us for comment. Social media unleashed hate from strangers, assuming guilt and wishing us death. We deleted profiles and our website. Clients fired us – one texted, “You are a f**cking scumbag. May you rot in jail.” A close client demanded we remove her remodel photos and testimony. In the blink of an eye, our business and source of income were gone.

MOUNTAINS TO OVERCOME

I've applied for many jobs I'm qualified for, like data entry, but publicity and background checks block any job offers – even remote positions. Employers Google me and assume I am guilty.

We have sold everything possible: my father’s car, tools, camera gear, remodeling materials, home décor, electronics, and heirlooms—anything for income.

Casey and I are working diligently to build a business based on our experience and expertise in remodeling, design, and superior craftsmanship. It is an extension of the business we once lost and is our bridge to financial stability. Our website is under development, so we can offer residential design and custom wood creations to a broad audience. All of this comes with production and marketing expenses that we cannot cover. Your help won’t just get us by. It will pave the way to a solid future.

HOW YOU CAN HELP

No amount is too small. My dad’s favorite number was 44. If you can donate $44, it will feel like a wink from my dad.

If you can’t donate, we certainly understand. Please share our story, follow our campaign, and pray for us—your support means everything.

YOU AREN'T JUST HELPING US

We are honored and humbled to receive any donation. This world is full of endless struggles, and we will not pass up an opportunity to help, regardless of our own needs. We are committed to giving 10% of all donations to the Canine Cancer Alliance, a cause that is near and dear to our broken hearts.

Amid the trials and tribulations this past year has brought us, we lost our seven-year-old chocolate lab, Marron, to cancer. Words can’t express how much we loved Marron and how much joy she brought to our lives.

What we thought was a simple eye infection in July of 2025 revealed itself to be osteosarcoma, one of the most hopeless diagnoses she could have received. The tumor had grown to the size of a softball by September. We had to let her go. Our vet mercifully came to our house. Even in her weakness, Marron was excited to see him because she loved everyone. Casey and I held Marron as she drifted off to sleep.

The tragic loss of Marron, along with that of my father and Casey’s mother, makes it clear that some things in life do not heal with time.

Giving to the Canine Cancer Alliance will fund advanced research to develop long-lasting treatments for cancers like osteosarcoma. Their work extends beyond canines and benefits many cancer battles.

We have shared some beloved pictures of Marron. For Marron, we are committed to the Canine Cancer Alliance.

THANK YOU

The fact that you have read this means so much to us. We feel less alone knowing our struggles are heard. Our story is long and full of many details. Thank you for taking the time to get to know us. We know this campaign will create beautiful bonds that will encourage us every day. For all that you do, we are so grateful. May God bless you for your big heart.