Chapter 7 - I HAD GIVEN NORA A REAL REASON TO WORRY.
Therapy forced me to examine something I wanted to ignore.
Before the tea, I had been destroying myself with work.
My doctor had warned me about stress.
Nora had begged me to sleep.
Lily once drew a family picture with me holding a laptop instead of her hand.
None of that justified secretly medicating me.
But if I reduced the story to “evil wife poisons husband,” I would learn nothing about my own life.
Nora had legitimate fear.
She responded with an illegitimate solution.
Marcus saw opportunity inside that fear.
He protected himself after learning what she had done.
And I had created a household where asking me to slow down felt useless.
Different responsibility.
Different consequences.
Then investigators reviewed the three mornings I remembered feeling groggy.
Nora admitted putting medication in my tea twice before the night Lily stopped me.
Not three times.
The third morning had followed an overnight flight and only three hours of sleep.
Medical and digital records supported that explanation.
I appreciated the precision.
Truth didn’t need extra victims or extra doses to become serious.
Nora had secretly medicated me twice.
She attempted a third time.
That was enough.
Then she revealed why she still had her father’s prescription.
After he died, she had packed his medications into a box intending to dispose of them properly.
She never did.
Months later, during one of my worst weeks, she remembered the vial.
Her first terrible decision wasn’t part of a grand plan.
It was a shortcut.
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The second time, it became a pattern.
The third time, our daughter saw her.
