Chapter Nine When the video ended, the courtroom exploded. Ethan Lane had come unhinged. "The video is fake-it's all fake. Doc, please, believe me. I really love you," Ivy Summers babbled. "You bitch-I'll kill you!" Ethan lunged at her. "I'll haunt you even if I'm dead!" That was it for the two of them. Both were charged with murder. With the pretense gone, they turned on each other like rabid dogs. The hearing devolved into a circus. My in-laws, who had just been let back into the courtroom, took one look at the video and fainted all over again. When the verdicts came down, Ethan was sentenced to life in prison. Ivy was convicted of intentional homicide and got thirty years. Ethan sagged into his chair, hollow. Ivy went hysterical, sobbing and screaming. "It's not fair-I'm appealing! I was just drunk and talking nonsense. He made me lead the surgery. He killed his own sister- what does that have to do with me?" Every eye in the room stayed cold. No sympathy. Others tied to the case were punished as well: members of the OR team that day, and even my mother-in-law for abetting her son. The hospital's leadership and staff were dragged into it-top to bottom, from the hospital president to rank-and-file clinicians. The hospital's reputation cratered. Families who'd lost loved ones there-especially those whose surgeries Ethan had led-flooded the front steps demanding answers. None of that had anything to do with me anymore. I walked out of the courthouse. A thin fall breeze brushed my face like an embrace. "Mia, I got you justice," I whispered to the sky. "I hope you're happy where you are." While he was in custody, Ethan asked to see me. I refused. Whether he wanted to repent or curse me-none of it had anything to do with me.