An Intern Claimed Her Husband Owned The Hospital—So I Made One Call

monitor. A beat. Then another.

“Okay,” he said, voice hoarse. “We’ve got him. Let’s move.”

As the team transferred the man, David looked up and spotted me. “Catherine?” Disbelief cut through his exhaustion.

I put a finger to my lips. Later, I mouthed.

The warmth in my chest didn’t last long.

Because less than ten feet from where David had just wrestled continue reading …