22 August 2026

My husband told us good night after p0isoning my son and me with a plate of chicken in green sauce, grabbed his phone, and murmured, “It’s done… soon they’ll both be gone.” And I, lying there on the floor, didn’t even dare take a breath.

Ethan nudged me with his foot. “Good.”

Then he stepped away, speaking into his phone.

“They took it. Soon it’ll be over.”

A woman answered. “Are you sure?”

“I measured everything. It’ll look accidental.”

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