Chapter 27

“Just before I discovered Ron was…no longer interested in us, I met an older cardiologist who had left his practice to work in hospice.”

My stomach churned. “Hospice? Micajah—”

“No, it was nothing like that. I was attending a seminar where he was one of the guest speakers. I was enthralled by his words, and afterward, I sought him out. I couldn’t understand why he left such a lucrative practice.” He gazed out at the pasture of brown Jerseys placidly grazing.

“What did he say?”

Micajah turned his blue, blue eyes to meet mine. “He’d had a heart attack. Too much stress, too much worry, too many nights with barely enough sleep…”

“Did he see his deceased loved ones telling him to go to the light?”