My mom never liked my wife

in the kitchen—just a cheap one, tucked in a vent. I check the footage daily.

Three days later, I see something that makes my blood freeze again.

Emma is at the counter. She pours tea. Reaches into her pocket. Sprinkles something from a small silver vial into the cup. It dissolves instantly. She stirs. Then she pours a second cup—clean.

She labels the continue reading …