I held the pill on my tongue for a moment, then tucked it under my cheek and pretended to look sleepy.

“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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