“Goodnight, darling,” my husband whispered, kissing my forehead the way he always had. Not long after, the bedroom door creaked open once more. “She’s asleep,” he said quietly. But when I peeked through half-closed eyes and saw who followed him into the room, my heart nearly stopped… and I understood the pill was the least terrifying part of it all.
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