I shook my head immediately. “That’s impossible. My husband works in consulting. We just had a baby.”
“We recovered a significant quantity of illegal substances from your basement,” she continued. “Along with packaging materials and digital scales.”
My chest felt hollow. “The basement is storage,” I said. “Boxes. Old furniture.”
“There was also another individual found in the basement,” she added.
I froze. “Another individual?”
“Deceased,” she said quietly. “We believe it was an overdose.”
The word didn’t belong in my world. Not near the nursery I’d painted myself. Not near the baby sleeping inches from my chest.
“No,” I whispered. “This has to be a mistake.”
“Your husband was taken into custody approximately an hour ago,” Detective Brooks said. “For questioning.”
“For questioning means he’ll explain, right?” I asked. “It means he’ll come back.”
