Instead, I remained still.
He placed the glass on the bedside table.
“Tomorrow, I want you to meet someone.”
I wondered who.
“An old friend of mine. He’s a specialist. I think he can make things easier for everyone.”
Everyone.
Not me.
Everyone.
David leaned forward.
“Perhaps it’s time we discussed your treatment options.”
My eyes followed him.
He smiled.
“Goodnight.”
***
At 2:15 a.m., my private attorney arrived.
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Samuel had used the service entrance and brought no assistants.
He wore a dark coat and carried a thin leather briefcase.
When he entered the bedroom, his expression changed.
Seeing me like that clearly hurt him.
“I wish we had found out sooner,” he whispered.
I selected a response.
I’M STILL HERE.
Samuel nodded.
“And we’re going to keep it that way.”
He placed a small tablet on the bedside table.
The screen displayed my toxicology report.
The laboratory had confirmed repeated exposure to a highly toxic substance.
