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”
“Yes,” I said, and I lifted my arm and pointed straight at my husband.
“My son and I were poisoned by the dinner he served us tonight.”
Chapter 13 — His Story
“Officer, this is absurd,” Christopher said at once, his hands going up, his voice sliding into something reasonable and pained and terribly convincing.
“My wife has been under enormous stress.
Exhausted, not sleeping.
I think she may have gotten her medication confused, or had a panic attack — she’s not thinking clearly, you can see she’s not—”
“He took our phones!” Lucas said, and his young voice rang out across the room, clear and furious.