“I copied the original intake record before they fired me.

Negative pregnancy test.

No ultrasound.

No miscarriage.

The bruises she came in with, she gave herself — she went down drunk outside a hotel and they photographed it two days later and called it an assault.” I kept my face as blank as two years had taught me to keep it.

“Why help me?” I asked.

Because trust, inside, is a thing you extend slowly and never for free.

“Because your husband paid my supervisor to alter that file,” Priya said.