Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

The volunteer stopped folding.

The buffer had switched off, and the lobby had gone quiet around us.

“Say that again in front of Dr.

Higgins,” I said.

“I’ll say it to the board if I have to.” She pushed her sleeve up and looked at her watch, gold, with a small face, loose on her wrist.

“We’re late.”

“Alexander, you look tired,” Evelyn said.

“Have you eaten anything at all?”