Grant called me repeatedly.
I stood on the upper balcony while his phone vibrated in my hand.
The device had been returned after investigators copied it.
I answered on the seventh call.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he demanded.
“Ask Delaney.”
“She will not answer.”
“Then perhaps she understood the properties were purchased with stolen funds.”
“You cannot leave my mother outside.”
“There is a hotel reservation in her name for fourteen nights.”
“You arranged a hotel?”
“Yes.”
He became silent.
He had expected revenge.
Instead, I gave his mother two weeks to secure housing.
That kindness embarrassed him more than cruelty would have.
“You planned this,” he said.
“I prepared for the legal consequences of your decisions.”
“This is my family home.”
“No, Grant. It was my family’s house, and you used it to humiliate me.”
My father stepped onto the balcony beside me.
Grant looked up.
