The blonde was tagged. Chloe Vance.
“She works as a junior analyst at his wealth management firm here in Anchorage,” Brenda explained quietly. “But Mrs. Hayes… it gets worse.”
I stared at the photo of the smiling monster who had married my daughter. “Tell me.”
“Emily and Greg finalized an expedited divorce last month,” Brenda said. “He claimed legal abandonment and ‘incompatibility due to chronic illness.’ Sarah signed the divorce papers right from her oncology bed while heavily medicated on fentanyl. He officially remarried Chloe two weeks later in Nassau.”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard my fingernails dug into the cheap laminate. He hadn’t just abandoned her. He had systematically, legally discarded her. While she was actively dying, he coerced her into signing away her marital rights.
“Why didn’t anyone stop this?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“He isolated her completely. The admission papers barred us from contacting unlisted family without patient consent. Three days ago, Sarah had a brief, lucid interval. She fought through the pain, asked for her phone, found your contact, and begged me to call you.”
A coldness settled deep into my marrow. It wasn’t the hot, erratic burn of sudden anger. It was a surgical, precise, and permanent ice.
“I need a computer,” I said. “Right now. And I need copies of every single financial billing statement he left with this facility.”
Brenda logged me into an empty terminal. I began the grim task of pulling apart my daughter’s financial life. Years earlier, Sarah had listed me as an emergency co-signer on her primary bank accounts. I had never used the access. Parents don’t snoop through their adult children’s money unless the world has ended.
I logged into her checking account.
Balance: $83.14.
I checked her savings account, which had held nearly forty thousand dollars from her teaching salary just six months ago.
Balance: $0.00.
I went line by line through the transaction history. Electronic transfers. Repeated, precise, ruthless withdrawals over the span of three months. The same destination account every single time: Gregory Lawson.
