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.

“He set up private rehab for me without putting a single mark on my official disciplinary record, and I thought he did it out of real friendship.”

Paul raised his head, his voice thick with bitter regret.

“The morning after Lucas died, Walsh walked into my office with an altered anesthesia record and told me that unless I signed it, the state board would have my history of addiction by lunchtime.”

“So you chose to sacrifice your best friend instead.”

Paul covered his face with both hands and let out a ragged groan.

“When Jenna brought me the photo, I panicked and told her to delete the file, because Walsh would ruin her career.”