At my wedding, I saw my father-in-law put something in my champagne glass… so I switched glasses and smiled.

silence returned in layers, heavy and unbearable, as everyone waited for an explanation that no one could give.

“What did you take?” the doctor asked abruptly.

Arturo’s eyes sought mine.
And in that look there was no longer any superiority.
There was terror.

He wanted to speak. I swear he wanted to say something. Maybe my name. Maybe “the cup.” Maybe “help.continue reading …