Three days after Grayson received the divorce papers, Priya called me with something I had overlooked. Buried inside the hospital audit trail was a record of every employee who had accessed my medical chart. Grayson’s credentials appeared repeatedly. He had opened my file nineteen times during those thirty days, including the night surgeons documented that my infection had become life-threatening. He knew exactly how sick I was. Worse, he had no clinical role in my treatment, which meant there was no legitimate reason for him to be reviewing my records.
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