The next morning, I drove to a private clinic and asked them to test the liquid. Two days later, a doctor sat across from me, hands folded.
“Mrs. Carter,” he said, “the sample you brought in contains a strong sedative. Taken regularly, it can cause memory loss and dependence. Whoever gave you this wasn’t helping you sleep — they were keeping you subdued.”
That night, I didn’t drink. I waited.
When Ethan saw the full glass on my nightstand, he frowned. “Why didn’t you finish your water?”
“I’m not sleepy tonight,” I said softly.
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