One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

filled in a form.

There is a box on it for the nature of the conflict, and you write it in free text, and I typed: I am the former spouse of the patient’s father and have been party to legal proceedings involving both parents.

And then I passed the case to a colleague called Jun Abara, who is better than me at ears anyway, and I wrote a one-line note on the system and did not open the rest of the record.

Yvie rang me about it eight days