Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“He wants you isolated, Margaret,” Lin said, speaking so slowly that each syllable took a full breath.
“A client with no money and no phone line can’t easily instruct a lawyer.”
“He also thinks the drops are still working,” I said.
“He believes my mind is completely clouded.”
Lin leaned his back against the vinyl headboard.
“What are you proposing we do?”
“I am going back to the glass house tonight,” I said.
“If you step back inside that building, I can’t protect you,” Lin said.