Part 2: The Terrifying Secret Behind My Husband’s Nightly Drink
After that unsettling morning, I began observing Daniel more carefully. He always prepared my evening drink himself, never tasted it, and became strangely persistent whenever I suggested skipping it.
I couldn’t understand why a simple cup of warm milk mattered so much to him. The more I questioned his behavior, the more uncomfortable he seemed.
One evening, I mentioned spending a few days with my sister Helen. I hoped that getting away from the mansion might help me feel like myself again.
“Not right now, Margaret.”
His answer came so quickly that I stared at him.
“Why not?”
“Because interrupting your treatment schedule could cause problems.”
I frowned, confused by his choice of words.
“My treatment? What treatment are you talking about?”
Daniel looked startled before quickly correcting himself.
“I meant your wellness routine, sweetheart. You know how important consistency is.”
