The door opened. Andrew stepped inside. He did not look around the room. He looked at Natalie.
“Natalie," he said. “Where were you last night?"
She stared at him. Her voice came out small and rough. “Where were you when I called you?"
“In the hospital," he said. “Outside the operating room. Samantha was crashing. I told you it was a bad time."
“You hung up," she said. “I told you I needed help."
“You always say that when she needs me," he answered. His tone was controlled but hard. “Every time you see me with Samantha, you make it into a storm. You have done this for years."
Caroline shifted in the chair near the window. She kept her eyes on Natalie. She did not speak.
Andrew moved closer to the bed. “I have put up with it," he said. “I told myself you would calm down. I told myself
