The confidence disappeared.
He turned toward us.
I opened my eyes.
Noah sat up.
Daniel stopped.
Only for a second.
Then he became someone else.
He became the worried husband.
The frightened father.
The man who claimed he had no idea what happened.
At the hospital, he kept that version readyHe told the staff I had been stressed.
He suggested I might have taken the wrong medication.
He used words that sounded reasonable.
That was what made them dangerous.
But the first medical tests showed something different.
Noah and I both had a substance in our systems that neither of us had been prescribed.
The explanation became harder to hold together.
Then came the question about the meal.
Daniel looked toward me.
I reached under my shirt and handed over the sealed bag.
The dinner he thought was gone was now being tested.
The investigation moved quickly after
