Arthur didn’t ask what it was.
That was what condemned him.
He didn’t say, “What’s wrong with Teresa?” He didn’t say, “Is she going to be okay?” He didn’t look at the woman on the exam table with anything resembling concern. He stared at the X-ray image on that monitor the way a man stares at a debt he thought he’d buried — something that was supposed to stay hidden, suddenly lit up in black and white for everyone in the room to see.
“Turn that off,” he said.
The doctor didn’t move.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to step outside.”
Arthur made a sound that passed for a laugh.