Woman Quietly Records Her Surgery. When She Hears the Doctors’ Conversation, She Goes Pale.

First, she returned to the hospital under the guise of a follow-up appointment. She lingered in the hallways, pretending to wait for her turn while keeping her eyes peeled for anything suspicious. She listened in on hushed conversations, watched the movements of nurses and doctors with a sharper eye.

They were careful, but not careful enough. One afternoon, she spotted Dr. Harris speaking to a delivery man near the hospital’s rear entrance. They exchanged something—a carton perhaps—but the way they glanced around nervously sent a chill down her spine.