Dr. Evans didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
The silence inside my hospital room became heavier than any accusation.
He looked directly at my father.
“Before you call her useless again,” he said calmly, “you should know what else we found.”
Richard frowned.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Dr. Evans opened a tablet and turned the screen toward the police officer.
“During our routine review of transplant documentation, several irregularities appeared.
Hospital policy required us to investigate.”
Evelyn suddenly shifted her weight.
“What irregularities?”
“The donor authorization process.”
The room became perfectly still.
Dr. Evans continued.
