The Cost of Compassion

Summary

My husband was the most saintly doctor in the hospital—valued by his superiors, beloved by his subordinates, and deeply respected by his patients.

In everyone’s eyes, his only flaw was me: his unreasonable, unaccommodating wife.

So, when the eight-year-old girl clutched her heart again and demanded that my husband marry her mother before she would agree to surgery, I smiled.

I gladly agreed.