After His Heart Transplant My Husband Forgot His Daughter Chapter 10
Grady didn’t push the door open.
He stepped back slowly, returned to his car, and switched on the voice recorder on his phone. The laughter drifting from inside, Renata’s admission that she’d forged the documents, every word she said about staging the incident at the pier—he captured all of it.
Then he dialed 911.
“I want to report Renata Sorrell. My name is Grady Marsden. She’s involved in financial fraud and forging legal documents, and she may have deliberately orchestrated an incident that caused bodily harm. I have recordings and bank transfer records.”
Back in the empty house, Grady didn’t sleep.
He spent the night assembling evidence. Every transfer from the past four years, every screenshot of Renata’s manipulative texts, the forged foreclosure notice, and proof that Elodie’s college fund had been drained—he arranged it all in order, then sent the entire package anonymously to the financial crimes unit of the Seattle Police Department.
Only at dawn did he stop.
He stood in the dark study, his hands hanging at his sides.
These were the hands that had run right past Elodie at the pier.
He drove his fist into the wall.
Paint chips rained onto the floor. His knuckles split, and blood trailed down the back of his hand. He hit the wall again.
Did it hurt?
When Elodie lost the use of two fingers, it must have hurt a thousand times more.
But he had forfeited the right to feel pain.
When Elodie lost the use of two fingers, it must have hurt a thousand times more.
But he had forfeited the right to feel pain.
Two weeks later, in San Diego, I received a message from my lawyer.
Renata had been arrested on multiple charges, including financial fraud and forgery. The sum involved went far beyond our own forty-eight thousand dollars. The recording and evidence Grady submitted had been what cracked the case open.
Finn had been taken away by the man from the apartment—his biological father.
Grady had spent four years playing the role of savior, father, and protector, only to learn he was the punchline to a very long joke.
The message came through the court-approved software, a dry summary of another man’s shattered life.