I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

“If she felt sick, she would apologize. Drink. You’re shaking.”

I drank.

Even today, I don’t know what terrifies me more: that there may really have been something calming in that tea, or that even without it, I had been ready to listen.

In the morning, I woke with a dry mouth and a weight on my chest, as if someone had been sitting on me all night.

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