there was something.”
I folded my arms.
“What did you find?”
“During the insurance dispute, you asked me to search your email for legal paperwork. I searched the word ‘legal.’ A confirmation for a consultation appeared.”
My stomach dropped.
“Theo…”
“Three days before my diagnosis.”
“It was only a consultation.”
He gave a bitter laugh.
“Thank God. For a second I thought my wife wanted a divorce.”
I looked away again.
That was the problem with buried truths.
They waited.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“When, Ali?”
His voice rose.
