He blinked once, his dark pupil fixed on mine without drifting.

“I looked up the chemical name on the white box,” I whispered, touching his dry knuckles.

“They’re using a shot to make it look like your body is giving out on its own.”

Raymond’s eyelid twitched twice fast, then stayed open.

“Does your nephew know what the doctor is putting into your arm?”

He blinked once.

“Does he think you can’t hear what he says in this room?”

He blinked once again, his jaw setting into a hard line under his gray stubble.