Chapter 27June 20, 2016
On Monday evening as we are finishing dinner and are preparing to run back to the hospital, there is a knock at the door. I open it to see an attractive woman who appears to be in her late forties. She wears elegant clothing and a distressed expression.
“Are you Scott Winslow?”
“Yes,” I say and wait.
“I am so sorry to bother you, Mr. Winslow, but I have to talk to you.”
“All right, would you like to step inside?” I ask.
She hesitates and then says, “Okay, thank you. I hope that I am not disturbing you.”
“No, it's okay,” I say, still waiting to find out who she is and what this is about.
I wave toward the couch, and she sits. Lisa and I sit down on the love seat across the coffee table from her. This woman looks like she might burst into tears any moment. She
