The Chief's Choice

For the last six months or so, I've been hiding something from Helen. And from my friend and doctor Martin Maycord. And from my parish secretary Anna Luckgold. Well, if I'm honest, from my entire parish . . . There's a pain in my stomach that's been getting worse. I'm to the point now where antacids and over-the-counter pain meds don't work anymore. Driven to desperation, I've done something I never thought I'd do. I thought I could manage the situation. I promised myself, I'd get through Nate and Gladys's wedding and go see Martin. In fact, I have an appointment with him on Monday. But it's Sunday morning, and my time's run out . . . For the last six months, I had no idea how sick Tom was. I found out the same way everyone else did–when I saw him face down in a pool of his own blood just feet from the altar. I'm a trained detective. I put together clues to solve crimes and put bad guys in jail. Somehow, I completely missed the signs of his illness. It doesn't matter that he didn't tell me. I'm his wife. I should have known something was wrong. But I didn't. And now he's in the hospital because of me. Not only that, I just let a suspected abuser go. And now a woman is dead and her killer on the run because of me. I have to make a choice between the man I love and a job I'm not sure I can do–or even want to do–anymore. It's a choice that could change our lives forever . . . The Chief's Choice