Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.

“I don’t know the whole story either.”

Dana looked down.

“We were told some clients required confidentiality because they were high-profile.

They came in through the back.

The charts were coded.

The appointments happened after normal hours.

I thought it was strange.

Then I saw a woman brought in who couldn’t walk without help.”