Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“Daniel is working directly with Evelyn,” I said.
“I heard them talking on his phone at two in the morning.”
“Evelyn is a senior partner at three commercial firms downtown,” Chloe said, her words coming in clipped bursts.
“She’s ruthless in local business.
She buys out failing companies for pennies.”
“She is funding him,” I said.
“Or he is transferring something of mine to her.”
“Daniel is trying to save his business, Margaret,” Chloe said.