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Emma looked at me.

I squeezed her hand.

The younger officer asked me to explain everything from the beginning.

So I did.

The kitchen.

The carrots.

The bottle.

The secret.

The pills.

The words Emma had repeated.

When I finished, Detective Harris asked the pediatrician what he had observed.

Dr. Stevens gave them the medical details.

The prescription bottle was photographed.

The medication was documented.

Emma’s medical records were secured.

Then Detective Harris asked the question I had been avoiding.

“Where is Diane now?”

“At my house.”

“And your husband?”

“Probably on his way home.”

She looked at the clock.

“Does your husband know?”

“No.”

Detective Harris exchanged a glance with her partner.

Then she asked me for our address.

I gave it to her.

She told another officer over the radio.

Then she said something I will never forget.

“Mrs. Patterson, I don’t want you going back to that house tonight.”

I stared at her.

“But my husband—”

“He can meet you here.”

The certainty in her voice told me there would be no argument.

I nodded.

Emma leaned against me.

Then my phone rang.

Michael.

I stared at his name.

For several seconds I couldn’t answer.

Finally, I did.