Test for digoxin.”

Then I went home.

Beatrice was waiting with a green smoothie.

“I made your favorite,” she said sweetly. “You missed it this morning.”

I took the glass.

I pretended to drink.

The liquid tasted bitter beneath the ginger. I spat it into a napkin when she looked away, then acted weak.

Thirty minutes later, I collapsed onto the living room continue reading …

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