Tessa tilted her head.
“Long enough to know that he isn’t happy with you anymore.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She leaned forward.
“Look, I’m not here to argue. I know you probably think you’re going to keep your marriage together, but a baby changes things. Roy needs to take responsibility, and you need to stop standing in the way.”
I stared at her.
“Did Roy tell you to come here?”
For the first time, her smile faltered.
Then she recovered.
“No. I came because somebody has to be honest with you.”
Something about the way she said it bothered me. She seemed less interested in telling me the truth than in watching me suffer.
I ended the appointment and arranged for another physician to handle any future care she might need. I would not allow my personal life to compromise my responsibilities as a doctor.
Tessa stood, smoothed her dress, and walked toward the door.
