“I didn’t expect to fall in love with you.”
I stared at him.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Margaret—”
“Don’t use that word to make this easier for yourself.”
He looked away.
Then he reached into his pocket and took out the small amber bottle.
He placed it on the hallway table.
“I never wanted things to go this far.”
“But they did.”
He rubbed his face.
“The insurance claim was supposed to give me enough time to settle my debts. I thought I could keep you sedated, get the legal documents processed, and arrange everything before anyone noticed.”
“Before anyone noticed what?”
He didn’t answer.
“Daniel!”
He looked up.
“If the authorities establish that someone deliberately gave you a dangerous substance, the insurance company will investigate. The documents will be scrutinized. The business claims will collapse. Everything will be connected.”
“And what happens to me?”
He stared at me.
“You were supposed to be too confused to ask these questions.”
