Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“And honestly, so am I.”
“He is putting a chemical in my tea every single evening,” I said, leaning forward.
Chloe pulled her hands back toward her chest and let out a long breath through her nose.
She pushed her untouched coffee mug three inches away, her fingers trembling slightly against the red glazed ceramic.
The rain washed down her third-floor windowpane in crooked gray streaks.
“Aunt Margaret, stop,” Chloe said.
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