“I found something.” Grant stood beside his desk. “What?” “Eleven months ago, Laura checked into Wake County Memorial Hospital.
She was pregnant with twins.” Grant stopped breathing for a second. Marcus continued.
“She listed you as her emergency contact.” Grant gripped the edge of the desk.
“She never called me.” “The hospital did.” Silence. “Three times.” Grant’s face went cold.
“I never received those calls.” “I know,” Marcus said. “What do you mean, you know?”
“The call to your office was redirected. Someone changed your forwarding settings that night.”
Grant stared at the wall. Then Marcus sent him the hospital file. Laura’s name was at the top.
His name was listed beneath Emergency Contact. And under relationship, one word stared back at him: Husband.
But that wasn’t the worst part. Marcus had found evidence that someone later tried to e.
r. a. s. e the hospital record. Someone with administrative access connected to Grant’s own household.
And when Marcus began tracing the old bank transfers, the hotel photographs, and the night his mother’s necklace disappeared… the entire story Grant had believed for almost a year began falling apart.
Then Marcus called again. “Grant…” His voice had suddenly changed. “I found out who accessed the system.”
Grant slowly sat down. “Who?” Marcus sent one final document. Grant opened it.
And the name written on the authorization made his blood run cold… PARTE 2 IN COMMENT…
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