Chapter 15: The Woman Who Waited
Three years later, I stood in my own small office.
I had gone back to forensic accounting, this time working with a nonprofit that helped survivors of financial abuse rebuild their lives.
On my desk sat a framed photo of me and my sister on the day I moved into my new apartment. I looked different in that photo — lighter. Free.
Sometimes people ask me how I survived those three years with Grant Mercer.
I tell them the truth.
I survived by learning. By watching. By building a case while he thought he was only breaking me.
Grant Mercer spent three years treating my pain like entertainment.
In the end, the entertainment he created became the evidence that destroyed him.
And I was the one who made sure every single video, every account, and every lie was exactly where the police needed it to be.
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The night he carried me into that hospital, he still believed he was in control.
He had no idea I had already won.
