His Intern Killed Our Babies

Summary

My husband, Dr. Arthur Rosslyn, a celebrated heart surgeon, had saved countless lives. But when our twins needed surgery, his hands failed. I held their ashes as he packed, claiming an emergency surgery called him away.

“Their hearts were fatally flawed, Eleanor. Not even a miracle could have saved them.”

That night, his anesthesiology intern, Amy, posted online: a photo of her hand clasped with a man’s at Disneyland, captioned, “My knight saved me after I botched the anesthesia.” Another showed her kissing the man’s jaw. “Ten likes and I’ll confess!”