I lay perfectly still, my eyes squeezed shut, my breathing slow and rhythmic—the drugged breath I had practiced in the mirror for weeks. My heart was a hammer inside my chest, and I was sure he could hear it. He walked over to my side of the bed. I felt the mattress dip as he sat down. I smelled the faint scent of his gym cologne and something else: alcohol. He was celebratory drinking. He thought he was at the finish line.
I felt his hand brush a strand of hair away from my face. It was a gesture that used to make me feel safe. Now it felt like a snake slithering over my skin. I heard the metallic click of the bag opening. Then the unmistakable sound of a plastic cap being pulled off a syringe. My blood turned to ice. The tea wasn’t working fast enough for him. He and Chloe were impatient. They wanted the estate liquidated by Friday, and that meant I needed to be fully incapacitated now.
“It’s okay, Sarah,”
he whispered, his voice thick with a terrifying sort of pity.
“In a few minutes, the confusion will stop. You won’t have to worry about the money or the house or anything anymore.”
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I felt the cold tip of the needle touch the skin of my upper arm. This was it. I couldn’t act my way out of a coma. Just as his thumb moved to the plunger, my phone, which I had hidden under my pillow, erupted with a high-pitched, screaming alarm. I had set it for 2:00 a.m. as a fail-safe. I bolted upright, gasping, flailing my arms like a woman waking from a night terror. I accidentally kicked the medical bag off the bed, sending the syringe skittering across the hardwood floor. Mark jumped back, his face a mask of shock and fury.
“What? Sarah! You scared the life out of me!”
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