At 64, I Married a Man Half My Age. Six Months Later, I Discovered What He Was Putting in My Drink—and the Secret He Planned to Bury With Me

And if the unknown sender was right, the most dangerous chapter of my life might not be behind me yet.

But neither was I the frightened woman who had walked into that laboratory.

I was Margaret.

And I was no longer willing to be anyone’s victim.