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 was very drunk after an alumni dinner,” Evelyn said, her voice unsteady.

“Then at one fifteen his emergency pager went off for the Ortiz boy, and he insisted on driving himself to the hospital.”

A second clip showed Walsh staggering down the steps at one twenty, swaying visibly as he unlocked his luxury sedan.

“I pleaded with him to let me call a cab, but he pushed me out of the way and told me to mind my own business.”

“Why are you ready to testify against your own husband, Evelyn?”