They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

how this looks.”

I laughed once. “Do you?”

He held up a hand. “I’m not proud of it. But she was… she was going through something. She said she felt—”

“Alone?” I cut in.

He paused.

“She said she felt like a patient,” he said, like he’d rehearsed it.

“Did she tell you she couldn’t stand up without help?” I asked. “Did she tell you I slept in a chair next to continue reading …