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 felt every muscle tighten.

“Was it me?”

“I never learned her name.

I only saw her for a second.

Her hair covered her face.”

“What did you do?”

“I asked the charge coordinator if she needed emergency care.

Vanessa said the patient had authorized sedation and that the transport team was following instructions.”