My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside, but when the water had already reached my neck, the man who had been “paralyzed” for 15 years stood up from his wheelchair, k:ick:ed the door open, and whispered, “Play d:ea:d. He’s watching.” I didn’t ask any questions… until I saw who was waiting for my husband on the shore.

He placed a laptop on the table.

“You need to see something.”

I did not want another secret.

But I sat.

A security recording appeared.

Our townhouse kitchen.

My kitchen.

Two weeks earlier.

Garrett stood near the stove.

Penelope entered.

She looked around.

Then kissed him.

I turned away.

Samuel paused the video.

“That is not the important part.”

I looked back.

Garrett opened a cabinet.

He removed the tin where I kept herbal tea.

Then he took a small bottle from his pocket.

He poured several drops into a saucepan.

My stomach twisted.

“What is that?”

Tobias said nothing.

Samuel continued the footage.

Garrett warmed milk.

He added honey.

Then the drops.

He carried the glass upstairs.

My nighttime milk.

I stared at the screen.

“No.”

Samuel switched files.

Another night.

Same thing.

Another.

Same thing.

My hands went numb.

“What was he putting in it?”

Samuel looked at Tobias.

Tobias finally answered.

“A sedative compound.”

I stared.

“What kind?”

“Low dose.”