My Husband Cooked Dinner, and Minutes After My Son and I Ate, We Both Collapsed. I Played Dead on the Floor and Heard Him on the Phone: “Soon They’ll Both Be Gone”

So I reached for the bag.

Chapter 6 — The Freezer Bag

I got to the drawer of the freezer under the refrigerator and eased it open, and I took a clean plastic freezer bag from the box on the shelf.

“Hold this drawer steady for me, sweetheart,” I told Lucas, and he crawled over and gripped the edge of it with both small hands while I worked.

I carried the blue plate over, and I scraped a good portion of the untouched chicken and rice into the bag — carefully, deliberately, taking from the parts I had not touched with my fork, keeping my own bites off it, because some corner of my mind was already thinking like the people who would test it later.