She laughed. A small, surprised laugh. Then her eyes filled up.
“He used to say that about you. That you’d never let anybody get away with anything.”
She sat down in the chair Daniel pulled up for her and set the silver briefcase on her lap.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
Then I said, “Dr. Carter. I need to ask you something. And I need you to tell me the truth.”
“Of course.”
“Was my husband in love with you?”Get Marriage Tips
The room went very still.
Evelyn Carter looked at me with clear gray eyes.
“No,” she said. “Never. Not for one day. I’ve never known a man more in love with his wife than Robert Whitmore. It was almost unbearable to be around, honestly. He couldn’t go five minutes without saying your name.”
Daniel made a small sound. Like something breaking.
“He came to me in 1998,” Evelyn went on. “I was giving a talk at a fundraiser in Hartford. I was forty-six. My lab was three people and a borrowed freezer, and I was about to lose it. I talked for twenty minutes about ovarian cancer. About how we find it too late, almost every time. How women feel bloated, or tired, or full, and they think it’s nothing. And by the time anyone looks, it’s spread.”Support Causes
