She stayed quiet for so long that I thought she might not answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.
“My heart stopped, David. I had a medical crisis at work. The doctors think it was connected to the way I’d been using my prescriptions.”
The words hung between us. I stared at her, trying to understand what she was telling me.
“What prescriptions?”
Rebecca looked out the window instead of at me.