Silence swallowed everything.
Marcus’s heart was beating violently.
“She puts something in the girl’s food. Every day.”
Anger ignited instantly, but it could not drown out the sudden avalanche of memories.
The moment it happened.
Symptoms after meals.
His wife, Elena, insisting on personally preparing Lila’s food.
“This way is safer,” he always said.
Marcus stared at the boy, searching for some kind of deception.
He didn’t find any.