A surge of hot anger rushed through me because he had not only robbed me of my property but had also used his own mother’s health as a weapon of manipulation. The next day, Tasha found even more evidence of a secret life including rent payments for an apartment in a neighborhood we never visited and tuition for a private school.
“This is not just a fling, Sadie, because it looks like he has been maintaining an entirely separate family for years,” Tasha noted as she pointed to the mounting paperwork. I took a taxi to the address listed on the rental agreement and waited across the street in the fading evening light.
After twenty minutes of waiting, I saw a car pull up and Garrett stepped out with several bags of groceries and a large box of diapers. My breath hitched in my throat when a young, well dressed woman walked out of the building to greet him with a familiar smile.
She reached out to straighten his collar in a gesture that was so intimate and routine that it made my stomach turn. A little girl about six years old ran out of the front door and threw her arms around Garrett while shouting for her daddy.