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.

Thomas Sterling slumped back into his leather chair, his confident air giving way to obvious panic.

Gregory Walsh took the stand in his own defense, talking with polished charm and dismissive authority.

He claimed that Brian was a reckless surgeon and swore on his professional reputation that he had never had a drink before a case.

“You’ve never operated under the influence of alcohol, Dr.

Walsh?” Jason Boyd asked pointedly.

“Not once in my whole thirty-year medical career,” Walsh answered coldly.

The doors opened a third time, and Evelyn Walsh walked into the chamber in a tailored dark suit.