Grant Mercer had built the kind of life people admired from afar.
From the outside, everything about him appeared polished, controlled, and untouchable. He lived in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood just outside Charlotte, North Carolina, in a spacious white house with tall windows, neatly trimmed hedges, and a front porch that glowed softly …
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