"Mrs. Thorne," Dr. Lawson began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did Maya have surgery when she was younger? Specifically, an appendectomy or any abdominal procedure?"
I blinked, my mind racing back through the years. The memories of Robert’s strict rules, his obsession with keeping our medical expenses to an absolute minimum, flooded my brain.
"Yes," I answered, my heart pounding against my ribs. "When she was eight. Her appendix burst. It was a chaotic night. We had to rush her to a different county hospital because Robert... my husband... insisted our local clinic was too expensive. But that was seven years ago. She recovered."