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

get through it.”

“Of course you have surgery at six a.m.,” Marcus muttered.

“And your family?” he asked after a pause.

I looked up at the lobby’s chandelier, less ornate than those in the dining room but still glittering. “They’ll call. They’ll want to fix this, not because they suddenly see me, but because they feel guilty. They’ll want me to make them continue reading …