I broke my leg, and while I was lying in the emergency room, my husband called me 52 times to order, “You didn’t break your hands. Come home and cook for my mother.” I didn’t argue. I made a single call to my attorney, never imagining that one decision would uncover a secret capable of costing him his marriage, his home, and even his position as a regional director.

The Fracture of an Empire The sharp scent of medicinal iodine and the rhythmic, synthetic beep of a heart monitor were the only things tethering me to reality. I lay flat on a rigid gurney inside the emergency ward of Saint Jude General Hospital in sunny San Diego, though my current world was anything but […] The post I broke my leg, and while I was lying in the emergency room, my husband called…