My knees nearly gave way.
“So my husband is poisoning me?”
“I can’t make that conclusion. But until we understand what’s happening, don’t drink any more of it.”
I returned home terrified.
And that evening, I witnessed something even more frightening.
The door to Daniel’s office was slightly open.
I heard his voice from inside.
“I can’t wait any longer. Tomorrow, we have to put an end to this.”
He paused, then continued.
“She doesn’t know anything. And I want it to stay that way until the very last moment.”
I froze.
That night, Daniel once again brought me my drink.
“Drink it, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to.”
His expression became serious.
“Margaret, please. Tonight is especially important.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer.
For the first time, I saw something in his eyes that genuinely frightened me.
Desperation.
After Daniel fell asleep, I picked up his phone.
