“What happened?”
Arnold shook his head.
“I can’t tell you everything.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s an investigation.”
I opened my eyes.
“An investigation into Ben?”
“Yes.”
“Was it his fault?”
Arnold looked directly at me.
“No.”
His answer came so quickly that I believed him.
“Then why is he hiding?”
“He isn’t hiding from the investigation.”
Arnold paused.
“He’s hiding from you.”
I felt something inside me break.
“Why?”
“I think he was afraid you would leave him.”
I stared at him.
“Why would I leave him because a patient died?”
“Not because of that.”
“Then because of what?”
Arnold looked at the envelope in my hand.
“Read it.”
I looked down.
My thumb slipped beneath the flap.
Inside was a single folded sheet of paper.
