I showed up at the hospital to surprise my husband during his shift. But the second one of his coworkers saw me, all the color left his face. Then his eyes filled with tears. “He hasn’t said a word to you, has he?” Ben and I had been married eleven years, and for every one of those years, I had shared him with the hospital. He was a remarkably gifted surgeon.
“Yes, I know,” he whispered, looking down at the carpet.
“Then how could you let Brian take the fall for another man’s crime?”
Paul sat without speaking for a long time, his breathing heavy and labored in the quiet room.
“Seven years ago, after my spinal fusion, I became badly dependent on prescription painkillers.”
He swallowed hard, unable to look me in the eye.
“I started taking medication from the surgical dispensary, and Gregory Walsh found out what I was doing during an internal audit.”
“And he covered for you back then?”