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MIL Destroyed My Studio — But She Didn’t Know I Was Famous! | True Story
When Elena Martinez’s mother-in-law, Gloria, destroys her art studio out of pure spite, she doesn’t realize she's just lit the fuse on a shocking revelation.
Elena isn’t just painting for fun — she’s a multimillion-dollar artist hiding her career to keep the peace. But after Gloria crosses the line and tries to take over Elena’s creative space, Elena decides enough is enough.
In this intense true story, watch how one woman reclaims her power, her identity, and her art — and teaches her family (and millions of viewers) never to underestimate someone just because they’re quiet.
🎨 If you’ve ever been underestimated, dismissed, or told to give up on your dreams — this story is for you.
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The scent of jet fuel and the rumble of
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a C17 Globemaster were the last things I
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remembered before the world went black.
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My name is Fred Sadler and I was a newly
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minted Army Captain, a rank that felt
0:13
both a great honor and a heavy burden. I
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was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas, and
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my life was a carefully constructed
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mosaic of duty, love, and anticipation.
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My wife, Lydia, was pregnant with our
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first child, a little girl we plan to
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name Hope.
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The thought of holding her, of seeing
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her mother's beautiful face reflected in
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hers, was the only thing that kept me
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sane during the month-long rapid
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deployment exercise in Germany. My
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commander, a grizzled old colonel, had
0:42
given me his word. I'll get you home
0:45
before the baby is born. And he was a
0:47
man of his word. The exercise ended, and
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I was on my way to the airport, the
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promise of home, a sweet melody in my
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ears.
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I called Lydia, her voice a mix of
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excitement and anxiety.
1:00
I think they're going to hospitalize me
1:01
in the next couple of days, she said.
1:04
Then the timing is perfect, I replied, a
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wide grin on my face. I'm on my way
1:10
home. I was in a military transport van
1:13
driving through the German countryside
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at dusk, a sense of profound peace
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washing over me, and then a deer. A
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flash of brown and white, a violent
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swerve, and the world twisted into a
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kaleidoscope of shattering glass and
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metal. The next thing I knew, I was in a
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hospital bed in Frankfurt. A dull,
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throbbing ache radiating from every part
1:34
of my body. My right arm and leg were in
1:37
casts, three ribs were broken, and a
1:40
collapsed lung made every breath a
1:42
herculean effort. "How long have I been
1:44
here?" I asked the nurse, my voice a
1:47
raspy whisper. 5 days, sir," she said
1:50
softly. "Five days." My heart hammered
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against my ribs. "Lydia, the baby." I
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called her, my fingers fumbling with the
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phone. "Are you okay?" were her first
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words, a testament to her selflessness.
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"Don't mind me," I said, a lump forming
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in my throat. "How are you and the
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baby?" The line was silent for a moment,
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and then I heard it, a quiet sobb that
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tore a hole in my heart.
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We lost the baby, Fred," she said, her
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voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry."
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The words hit me like a physical blow.
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The world tilted on its axis, and all
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the light, all the hope drained out of
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me. I spent the next two weeks in a haze
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of pain and grief until a medevac plane
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brought me home. Lydia met me, a
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hollowedout version of the woman I knew.
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We clung to each other in the Fort Hood
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Hospital. two broken souls trying to
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piece together a future that had been
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stolen from us. Two years later, we were
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transferred to H Highleberg, Germany.
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We spent three years there traveling
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Europe, trying to outrun our grief.
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We were promoted, given a nicer place,
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and then after 3 years, we were
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transferred back to the United States to
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Fort Lewis, Washington.
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It was a fresh start, a new beginning.
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As a major, we were given field-grade
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officer quarters, a spacious cabin with
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a two-car garage. We started unpacking,
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a mundane task that usually brought a
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sense of finality and home. It was a
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mixture of boxes we had taken to Germany
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and boxes we had stored. I opened one
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box with a box cutter, the cardboard
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giving way with a satisfying rip. Inside
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were random momentos from our life at
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Fort Hood. Halfway down, nestled among
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old photo albums and dusty trinkets, was
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a small wooden box I had never seen
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before. I set it on top of a stack of
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boxes and opened it. My life changed
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forever. Inside were a small stack of
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envelopes tied with a pink ribbon. I
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pulled the ribbon away and picked up the
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top envelope.
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It was unsealed.
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I opened it and pulled out an official
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looking document. It was a birth
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certificate. My mind fogged up, the
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words swimming before my eyes. A baby
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girl named Hope was born alive on the
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same date Lydia had told me our baby was
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still born. The mother was listed as
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Lydia Jane Sadler Nay Johnston and next
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to father's name, it simply said
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unknown. I picked up the next document,
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an adoption certificate. The gist of it
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was that a child born to Lydia Sadler
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had been given up for adoption. And
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because the biological father was
4:38
unknown, his permission was not
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required. My heart turned to stone. The
4:43
pain of losing a child was nothing
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compared to this cold, calculated
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betrayal.
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How many men had she slept with? Did she
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know? Did she know that even in marriage
4:55
there are lines you don't cross?
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I drove to the golf course, my mind a
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whirlwind of confusion and anger.
5:03
I ordered a breakfast I hadn't had in
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years, two eggs and corned beef hash,
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and sat on the deck watching the golfers
5:10
finish their game. I went to my unit, my
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mind a million miles away, and tried to
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work. When I got home after midnight,
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she was in bed reading, a peaceful look
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on her face. I took a shower and walked
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out. "I'll sleep downstairs," I
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announced, closing the door behind me.
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I had just gotten comfortable on the
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couch when she walked in, grabbed the
5:33
remote, and turned off the TV. "Cut the
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crap," she said, her voice hard. "Tell
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me what's wrong. I'll either help you or
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leave." I just stared at her, took the
5:44
remote back, and said, "Have a safe
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trip." She left less than an hour later.
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The path to vengeance.
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The next morning, I told my commanding
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officer everything. I showed him the
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documents and he was as dumbfounded as I
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was. What do you plan to do? He asked.
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I'm not sure, I said. But I have to find
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my daughter if she is my daughter. He
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shook his head. It's virtually
6:10
impossible. Adoption cases are
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confidential. And then a thought, a
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brilliant, terrifying idea flashed in my
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mind. "Oh my god, I have an idea," I
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said, leaping to my feet. "Can I have
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the day off?" I ran home, opened the
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wooden box, and found it. A small
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well-worn pacifier, a relic of the baby
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I never knew. I put it in a plastic bag,
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then rummaged through the bathroom for
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her old hairbrush. I took both samples
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to a DNA lab in Seattle. I had a long
6:41
wait, a wait filled with the mundane
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tasks of divorce.
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I called the credit union, our stock
6:48
broker, and the insurance company,
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making all the necessary preparations.
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My life was moving on, but the past was
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still a ghost that haunted me. 3 weeks
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later, I got the call. Major Sadler,
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this is Margie from the DNA analysis
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center. The results are in. I rushed to
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her office and she handed me a report.
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Sample A is yours. Sample B is from the
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hair and sample C is from the pacifier,
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she said. Samples B and C are positively
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related. Sample A is not related to
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either B or C. I wasn't the father.
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The confirmation was a dagger to the
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heart, but it also solidified my
7:26
resolve. I had no daughter, but
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somewhere out there, a girl was calling
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some other man daddy, and I was going to
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find him. I found a lawyer, a retired
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JAG officer who hated cheating spouses.
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He was my man. That night, I found a
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letter from Lydia. Fred, 3 weeks are up.
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The return address was her parents house
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in Pennsylvania. I called her. She was
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already in Seattle staying at a motel. I
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told her to come over at 6:30. I set the
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DNA results and the birth certificate on
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the coffee table. She arrived, a shell
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of her former self, and sat across from
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me. I held out the pacifier. She grabbed
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it, tears welling in her eyes.
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I then pushed the documents toward her.
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The tears flowed freely as she read the
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divorce petition. "You cheated," I said.
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She nodded, her eyes downcast. Why did
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you lie about our daughter? She
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confessed, a torrent of words pouring
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out. She hadn't been sure who the father
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was. When she found out it was a girl,
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she became even more nervous because a
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special bond often exists between
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fathers and daughters. When the baby was
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born, she had blonde hair and blue eyes,
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just like her father. Not me with my
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brown hair and eyes. She had to choose,
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and she chose me.
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The hospital helped her with the
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adoption and she made up the lie that
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the baby was still born. She apologized,
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her voice cracking, then looked at the
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pacifier. "Oh my god, it's gone," she
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groaned. "Her milk is gone, you idiot.
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You took her milk." She fell to her
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knees, a broken, weeping mess. I put her
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on the couch and left her there, knowing
9:09
our time was over. The final gambit and
9:11
redemption. I took the divorce papers to
9:13
my lawyer on Monday, and he filed them.
9:16
I was a free man, but the rage still
9:18
simmerred inside me.
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Two weeks later, I was back at Fort Hood
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for a seminar. I met Keith Franklin, a
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newly promoted Lieutenant Colonel from
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Alaska, who was a computer genius.
9:30
We hit it off immediately, and I told
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him my story, the name of the father,
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the blonde hair, the blue eyes. It was
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all I had. Keith looked at me with a
9:41
strange glint in his eye.
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You don't know who the man she had an
9:45
affair with is? He asked. And it was
9:48
here in Hood 6 years ago. Yes, I said.
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Come with me. He took me to the manpower
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center and introduced me to Aunt Lucy, a
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woman with a rare condition called
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Supreme Autobiographical Memory or SAM.
10:03
She remembered everything and everyone.
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She couldn't remember a soldier who fit
10:08
the description, but she remembered two
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civilians from the Office of Postal
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Engineers. One was too old, but the
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other, Curt Weber, was the right age. He
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was a blond, blue-eyed man. My plan was
10:22
set. I followed Weber to a Home Depot
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where he spit his gum into a paper cup
10:26
and walked away. I snagged the cup. I
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had his DNA. Keith, meanwhile, had been
10:33
busy. He had hacked into an adoption
10:35
agency's files and found my daughter's
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records. Her name was now Sarah Randolph
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and she lived in Corsacana. The papers
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contained the name of her new family and
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their address.
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What am I going to do with it? I asked
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him, a laugh bubbling up. Blackmail a
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six-year-old? I have no idea, he said.
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But you have them. We cracked their
10:58
defenses. I drove to Corsacana, a quiet
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suburban town. I took a few photos of
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Sarah, a beautiful little girl with
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blonde hair and blue eyes. I had proof.
11:09
I had everything I needed. I returned to
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Fort Hood. And after our course was
11:14
finished, I went to Walmart, bought
11:17
paper and envelopes, and prepared the
11:18
final act. I made sure to wear gloves to
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keep it untraceable.
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I put copies of the DNA reports from
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Lydia Weber and Sarah and two photos of
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Sarah in an envelope. I addressed it to
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Mrs. Curt Weber and dropped it in a
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mailbox in Seattle. The news came from
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Aunt Lucy a month later. Weber's wife
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had received the package, done her own
11:41
DNA tests, and the results matched.
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Weber was brought into the office
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ranting and raving. His marriage was
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over. I folded all the papers and put
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them away. My life was moving on. 2
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years later, I was back at Fort Hood,
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surprised to be there again. I saw
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Keith, now a lieutenant colonel, and we
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were assigned to work together. The
12:03
first thing I did was look for a house.
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The bank manager, Dwight Randolph, a
12:07
kind and helpful man, told me about a
12:10
new neighborhood where the houses were
12:11
nice and affordable. I bought a house, a
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beautiful place that was all mine. I was
12:16
spending my first night there, a beer in
12:18
one hand and a slice of pepperoni pizza
12:20
in the other, when the doorbell rang. I
12:22
opened it and there she was, a beautiful
12:25
woman with a warm smile. Hi neighbor,"
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she said. "My name is Samantha Randolph,
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but everyone calls me Sammy. We live in
12:34
the neighborhood, and if you need
12:36
anything, just let me know." Her
12:38
husband's name was Dwight, the branch
12:41
manager who had helped me with my loan.
12:43
Their daughter, a sweet little girl with
12:45
blonde hair and blue eyes, was Sarah,
12:47
the child I had photographed in Corsana.
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My heart leaped. I was home and my
12:53
redemption arc had just begun.
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