“Cora? Why? I mean, what about?” I closed my eyes. It was the familiarity in his voice when he said her name—not like he was talking about a receptionist he’d said hello to a few times at the clinic, but like he knew her. I felt the sting of it in my cheek, in my eyes, as strongly as if he’d slapped me. Any doubt I had that Cora had been telling me the truth vanished with that one word.
