They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job”—Until My Name on the Hospital Wing Came Up at Dinner

“That’s one for your next book, Hartwell.”

The woman pulled back, wiping her cheeks. “I’m so sorry for interrupting. Please, enjoy your party. I just… I couldn’t not say something.”

“I’m glad you did,” I said honestly. “Give Emma a hug for me.”

“She’ll be so jealous I got to see you.” The woman smiled, glanced once more at my family’s stunned faces, continue reading …