They Said I Would Always Come Last—So I Stepped Away And Let Them Feel It

in my office, watching my father dying on a screen, and felt absolutely nothing.

The Hospital

The hospital waiting room smelled of antiseptic and fear.

I arrived an hour after the ambulance, having taken my time to finish my deposition before making the drive. The defendant’s attorney had tried to use my distraction to his advantage. He’d failed. I’d continue reading …