“That is a lie,” I said.

Chloe pulled her shoulders back and looked down at my wet shoes.

“Aunt Margaret, you did forget about the stove,” Chloe said quietly.

“You told me yourself you felt dizzy all week.”

“Because he is putting something in my tea,” I said.

The words sounded loud and strange against the quiet hum of the espresso machine behind the counter.

Two men in work boots at the counter turned around to look at our table.

Chloe closed her eyes for three full seconds before looking back at me.