THIRTEEN
When Adam got home a little after 7:00 p.m., he found the house quiet and Chris sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window. “Hi, Chris. How was your day?” he asked, sounding jovial.
“Sit down, Adam. I need to talk to you.”
He furrowed his brow and replied, “It sounds ominous.” There was no sign of levity in her expression. He sat down next to her and asked, “What is it, Chris?”
“I had an affair, Adam.”
He sat back in his chair, almost like he had been pushed. In disbelief, he asked, “What?”
“I had an affair. It was a big mistake and it’s over now.” She touched his hand, and added, “I’m really sorry, Adam. I love you, and no one else.”
He processed for a time and then asked, “Who was it?”
She shook her head and replied, “It was a patient.”
A second shot to the gut
