My Mother Made Me Serve Drinks At My Brother’s Wedding

in front of them. “This is a toxicology report from a sample Dad had taken two weeks before he died. It shows a fatal level of Digoxin in his system.”

Eleanor paled. “That’s absurd. He was a sick man—”

“I also have his diary,” I continued, placing the notebook next to the report. “He documented how you laughed when he felt dizzy. How you complained he continue reading …