“You don’t get to decide whether I’m involved.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
He looked at me.
And for the first time in eleven years, I saw genuine fear in my husband’s eyes.
“I didn’t want you to die because of me.”
The room went silent.
“What?”
Ben stepped closer.
“There is a man inside this hospital who has been stealing medication.”
I stared at him.
“Stealing?”
“Not ordinary medication. Expensive drugs. Cancer drugs. Specialty treatments. Drugs that never make it onto the shelves.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know his real name.”
“You don’t know?”
“He uses different identities.”
“Then how do you know he exists?”
“Because Emily saw him.”
My heart stopped.
“Emily?”
Ben nodded.
“She saw him the night her parents died.”
“What did she see?”
