I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

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Daniel finally moved, but even then it felt too late. He grabbed my arm like helping me was a burden forced upon him. “Claire, look at me. Stop panicking.”

I wanted to scream at him that this wasn’t panic.

This was poison.

By the time flashing ambulance lights painted Margaret’s mansion red and blue, I was drifting in and out of consciousness. The last continue reading …