My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First

Are they—”

“They’re in the room right next door,” he said, and the warmth in his face was real.

“They’re recovering well.

Better than well.

You’ve all been unconscious about twelve hours, Mrs.

Pembroke, while the poison worked its way out of your systems.”

“Poison,” I whispered, and the whole afternoon came crashing back — the cake, the cold spreading through Mason’s skin, Kenneth’s step backward.

“What did they give us?”