Emily listened to our conversation with the focused attention she gave to important information, then asked the question that cut straight to the heart of the matter.
“Grandma Kathy, if Grandpa has been lying about money, what else has he been lying about?”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“Like the lady with yellow hair. Is she Grandpa’s girlfriend?”
Jessica and I looked at each other, realizing that Emily had probably observed more about Robert’s relationship with Sharon than any of us had understood.
“Emily, what makes you think she might be Grandpa’s girlfriend?”
“Because last week when she came to the house, I saw them hugging through the window and Grandpa gave her a present that looked like jewelry. And when she left, Grandpa watched her car drive away like Daddy used to watch Mommy when they were still married.”
The image of Robert giving jewelry to another woman while I’d been completely unaware of her existence made my stomach clench with a new kind of pain. Financial betrayal was devastating, but romantic betrayal felt like a different category of cruelty.
“Emily,” Jessica said gently. “The lawyer needs to know about the things you saw and heard. Would you be willing to talk to her about Grandpa and the yellow-haired lady?”
“Will Grandpa get in trouble?”
“Grandpa might get in trouble for lying about money and not being honest with Grandma Cathy.”
Emily considered this with eight-year-old logic that didn’t make excuses for adult behavior.
“Good. When people lie and hurt other people, they should get in trouble.”
The next morning, Patricia Williams interviewed Emily in her office with Jessica and me present. Emily answered questions with remarkable clarity and detail, describing conversations, dates, and specific comments she’d overheard with the accuracy of someone who’d been paying careful attention to adult behavior that didn’t make sense.
“Emily, you said the lady asked Grandpa about properties that Grandma Cathy didn’t know about. Can you remember exactly what Grandpa said?”
“Grandpa said he had been careful to buy houses and things in ways that Grandma couldn’t find out about them. He said it was important for their future together. Their future together. The lady’s and Grandpa’s future. They talked about getting married and moving to Florida where it would be warm and they could play golf every day.”
Patricia and I exchanged glances. Robert had been planning not just divorce, but remarriage and relocation, all funded by assets he was hiding from me.
“Emily, did they mention anything about Grandma’s money specifically?”
“They talked about Grandma’s teacher retirement account. Grandpa said that someone named Marcus was helping him understand how to use that money for their plans.”
“Use Grandma’s retirement money for their plans?”
“Yes. The lady said it was smart that Grandpa had access to Grandma’s accounts because she would never notice if money went missing gradually.”
I felt rage building in my chest as I realized the full scope of Robert’s financial manipulation. He’d been systematically stealing from my retirement savings to fund his secret life with Sharon, assuming I was too trusting or too stupid to notice.
After Emily’s interview, Patricia walked us to our car with the expression of someone who’d just been handed a winning case.
“Mrs. Gillian, your granddaughter has provided testimony that documents systematic financial fraud, asset concealment, and potentially criminal theft from your retirement accounts. We’re going to destroy your husband’s divorce strategy.”
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