“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m under a lot of pressure. My wife wants kids—I’m the problem, and it’s killing me.” His voice breaks. “Sometimes… I wonder if it’s because of us… The things we did.”

“That’s not it,” I cut in coldly.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m the doctor, asshole.” I step closer, voice low but steady. “Now, if you don’t mind, allow me to do my job. This exam isn’t for your guilt trip—it’s for your health.”

He nods, swallowing hard. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

“Good.”

He has no idea this exam isn’t about his prostate at all.

It’s about what he...