I felt like a deer in the headlights. Even Bob seemed to take renewed interest in the conversation. Funny, considering that he didn’t care to know about my diagnosis when the doctor wanted to tell him.
I knew that I had to give an answer, soon. The longer I waited, the more suspicious it would seem.
I slipped my hand out from beneath Barnett’s and gave my full attention to Thaddeus.
“Yes and no, Chuck,” I began. “Yes, in that I did have a health scare that night when some stomach pains from stress became too much for me to handle. No, in that it turned out to be nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Thaddeus prodded. “The timing is awfully coincidental—”
“It did happen at the same time that Bob and I decided that we were going to divorce, which l
