Only that I had discovered something strange about the drink her father had prepared for me for years.
She was fascinated.
“You finally decided to investigate Dad?”
“I think so.”
She smiled.
“He’s been hiding something since I was sixteen.”
“I know.”
We entered the laboratory together.
A specialist was waiting for us.
He placed several documents on the table.
“Mrs. Carter, before we begin, I need to ask you something.”
“What?”
“How long exactly have you been consuming this preparation?”
“About thirty-five years.”
He looked at Emily.
Then back at me.
“And your husband prepared it himself?”
“Yes.”
“Every night?”
“Yes.”
He slowly nodded.
Then he turned the first page toward me.
“This isn’t a normal beverage.”
My heart began beating faster.
“I knew it.”
Emily reached for my hand.
The specialist continued.
“But it’s also not what you may be imagining.”
“What is it?”
He slid another document across the table.
