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

frozen.
“So… it wasn’t a sedative?”

Rebeca held my gaze.
“It was a high-potency anticoagulant mixed with another medication he was already secretly taking for his blood pressure. With alcohol, collapse was just a matter of time.”

I stopped getting air into my lungs.
It wasn’t a threat.
It wasn’t a humiliation.
It was murder.

Emiliano lunged at her as if he continue reading …