Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“I had private errands to take care of in town,” I said, laying my cloth napkin across my lap.
“Aunt Margaret, you withdrew four hundred dollars in cash from your credit union today,” Chloe said, leaning across the table.
“Daniel called the bank because he thought your card had been stolen.”
“I spent that money on professional help,” I said, looking her straight in the eye.
“Attorney Lin is reviewing my valley property deeds, and Doctor Aris is testing the liquid from my house.”
Chloe let out a sharp breath, her eyes darting toward the diner counter before coming back to me.