The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

arsenic. Small doses. Not enough to kill me quickly, but enough to make me chronically ill, to destroy my sense of smell and taste, to create neurological symptoms that would eventually force me out of my own company.

The doctors said if I’d kept ingesting it, I’d have died within a year. Maybe less.

The police investigation revealed that Marcus had continue reading …