My mother sneered, “Scrub harder, parasite,” forcing my heavily pregnant wife to wash her feet while a doctor held a syringe. Instead of fighting my filming brother, I quietly carried my wife out of the mansion. They laughed and called me a coward, completely unaware that in just 15 hours…

The dining room’s surround-sound speakers crackled to life.

“He’s getting hysterical again, Eleanor. Her blood pressure is likely spiking.”

It was Dr. Vance’s voice, crystal clear, echoing off the mahogany walls. The doctor’s face drained of all color.

“Proceed, Doctor,” Eleanor’s recorded voice purred through the speakers. “A mild chemical restraint continue reading …