After His Heart Transplant My Husband Forgot His Daughter Chapter 13
The next day, Grady didn’t come back to our apartment.
He went to the dispatch center where Mom worked and left a portfolio at the front desk. Inside were all the pictures I had ever drawn, from preschool scribbles to my first digital sketches, each one sealed in an acid-free protective sleeve.
Mom accepted the portfolio and locked it in a cabinet at home without showing me.
“She doesn’t need the past to remind her of what she lost,” she told the lawyer.
A few days later, an expensive set of hand rehabilitation equipment arrived at our apartment. Mom didn’t even open the box. She had the lawyer reply through the court software:
Thank you for your message. Elodie’s medical treatment is being handled exclusively by her physicians. Please do not send any further medical-related items.
After that, Grady rented an apartment in San Diego.
Every afternoon, he would stand across the street from my school at dismissal. He never came closer, and he never called out.
At first I would glance over, then take a different route home, holding Mom’s hand. After a while, that just became our new route.
He also began sending his entire paycheck through the lawyers each month. Mom returned it six times.
The seventh time, a note was attached:
“This is what I owe Elodie, until she turns eighteen.”
That time, Mom didn’t send the money back. But she didn’t reply to him, either. She had the lawyer deposit it into a trust fund for me and log the transaction in the software:
The seventh time, a note was attached:
“This is what I owe Elodie, until she turns eighteen.”
That time, Mom didn’t send the money back. But she didn’t reply to him, either. She had the lawyer deposit it into a trust fund for me and log the transaction in the software:
The funds were not returned. Per my instructions, my lawyer has transferred the money into Elodie’s trust fund. I have not touched a single cent.