Flynn barely looked up.
He signed every page.
One signature after another.
As casually as if he were approving a business expense.
Then he asked the question that left everyone speechless:
“How quickly can this be finalized?”
The lawyer hesitated. The doctors nearby exchanged stunned looks.
A moment later, the ICU doors opened. A physician stepped into the hallway, visibly exhausted after fighting to stabilize me.
“Mr. Vance,” she said, “your wife is alive, but she’s still critical. We need a family member to authorize additional treatment.”
Flynn snapped the folder shut.
“I am no longer her husband.”
The doctor stared at him. He checked his watch.
“As of two minutes ago, exactly. Update the records.”
The hallway fell silent. Even the doctor seemed unable to process what she had just heard.
