Carys had spent the night believing she was the cleverest person in the room.
She had not registered that the quiet woman reading a clipboard was, at that very moment, methodically building the case that would send her to prison — because to Carys, as to Gethin’s family, a quiet woman reading a clipboard was invisible, was furniture, was nobody worth watching.
It is remarkable how much you can accomplish when the people around you have decided you don’t matter.
“Officers,” I said, and handed them the toxicology summary and the incident timeline I’d written out.
“This woman administered a controlled substance to my husband without his knowledge, caused severe bodily harm, and delayed emergency care while he was unconscious.
The clinical evidence is in that report.”