“That is what you want to lead with?”
His face tightened. “She said you resented her being on my service. That you thought she was trying to come between us. That you threatened to have her removed from the program.”
“I spoke to her twice before last night.”
“She showed me messages.”
The room went quiet.
“What messages?”
Cameron’s expression shifted, and for the first time I saw uncertainty break through his fear.
“Texts,” he said slowly. “From your number.”
“I never texted her.”
He stared at me.
I stared back.
Elena stepped forward. “Dr. Bennett, did you preserve those messages?”
“They’re on Sophie’s phone.”
“Not yours?”
“She showed me screenshots.”
Elena closed her eyes briefly, as if summoning patience from somewhere beyond human limits.
“You made clinical decisions during a high-risk delivery based partly on screenshots shown to you by an intern?”
Cameron flinched.
“I thought—”
“No,” I said quietly. “You didn’t.”
The words hit him harder than if I had shouted.
He moved toward the bed, then stopped when Elena took one step between us.
His voice dropped.
