At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash

Final signature.

Closed file.

Instead, my marriage ended because Alistair died while the case was still pending.

I did not feel victorious.

I cried.

Not for the man in the audit.

Not for the man on the crash recording.

For the man I had once eaten cheap takeout with on the floor of a rented office because neither of us owned a conference table.