One night, I woke up and noticed Daniel standing beside our bed.
He was holding his phone.
He was whispering to someone.
“Yes, I’m still doing it. But we’re running out of time. If this continues, we could lose her.”
Terrified, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The next evening, I decided not to drink what he prepared.
When Daniel turned away, I poured the contents of my cup into a small container.
The following morning, after he left for work, I took the sample to a private laboratory.
Two days later, I received a phone call.
“Mrs. Margaret, the doctor needs to see you immediately.”
When I entered his office, the doctor was studying the results.
Then his face suddenly turned pale.
He
stood up, closed the door, and asked:
“MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Please, tell me. Is he trying to kill me?”
