He Missed My Surgery When I Needed Him Most—What the Surgeon Handed Me Wasn’t From Him

calmly dismantling a man’s existence with the same methodical precision he’d used to try to dismantle ours.

“What about Eric?” I finally asked. “What happens to him now?”

Riley consulted her phone. “His credit cards have been cancelled. His lease on that downtown apartment has been terminated. His lawyer dropped him when the retainer check bounced.”

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