A Critical Delay, By Design

Synopsis

My husband, William Brooks, had a sudden heart attack at his lover's apartment. The ambulance came screaming, and the doctor hurried me to sign the surgery consent form. I looked at William lying pale on the stretcher, and remembered the time three months ago when he said he was on a business trip. I remembered those cheesy chat logs I'd found on his phone. I remembered his mom defending him, saying, "All men stray sometimes, dear. Don't make a scene." The doctor urged. "Ma'am, we need this now. His condition is critical." I put down the pen and said calmly, "Let's wait. His mother should be here for this."