The clinic doctor said it was just gas and stress, Rebecca.”

“Which clinic?” I asked.

“Because you never gave me a receipt or an explanation.”

“The walk-in on Oak Ridge Highway,” he said, pausing just long enough for his voice to smooth back into its usual commanding tone.

“They examined her thoroughly and gave her a clean bill of health.

There was nothing to worry about.”

“The emergency doctor here says she needs a full surgical evaluation,” I said.

“They’re running unnecessary tests to eat up our insurance deductible,” Daniel said, his voice flat.