At 3:00 in the morning, a sudden call told me my husband had been rushed to the hospital…

“Explain,” I said. “Now.”

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The woman spoke first. Her voice was small, trembling. “My name is Samantha. I work with Ethan.”

“You work with him,” I repeated. “In Boston?”

“No,” Ethan interjected, wincing as he tried to sit up. “Here. The satellite office.”

“You’re supposed to be in Boston,” I said to him.