Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea

“He called me yesterday afternoon while you were lying down.”

I looked at her face and noticed the sharp crease between her eyebrows.

“What did he tell you?” I asked.

“He said you’ve been getting confused about your daily routine,” Chloe said, setting her spoon down with a clatter.

“He said you forgot to turn off the stove on Tuesday.”

“I did not leave the stove on,” I said, keeping my voice level.

“He’s worried about you, Aunt Margaret,” Chloe said, her voice rising slightly.