For Months, I Felt Sick After Every Meal. “Stop Being Dramatic,” My Dad Snapped—Until My Lab Results Came Back And My Stepmom’s Face Went Paper-White. Then, Within Minutes, The Police Were At Our Door…

“I’m at the hospital, Dad,” I said, my voice shaking. “Getting blood tests.”

“For heaven’s sake,” he snapped, “not this attention-seeking behavior again.”

“Deanna was right. You’re just jealous of her.”

“Come home now.”

“Or what, Dad?” I interrupted, and the anger in my chest finally found a place to stand. “Or you’ll let her poison me again?”

Silence.

Then Deanna’s voice in the background.

“Robert, she’s being ridiculous. You know I’d never. We have—”

“We have the blood tests,” I continued. “They found thallium. The police are here.”

The phone clattered on their end.

I heard Deanna’s muffled voice.

“They can’t prove anything. Robert, tell them.”

Detective Torres took the phone.

“Mr. Matthews,” she said, voice firm, “this is Detective Torres from Metro PD. Stay where you are. Officers are on their way to your location.”

She hung up and turned to me.

“You’ll need to stay in the hospital overnight for treatment and monitoring. We’ll have officers posted outside your door.”

“What’s going to happen now?” I asked, overwhelmed.

“We’ll search your house,” she explained. “If we find thallium, Deanna will be arrested. We’ll need to determine your father’s level of involvement.”

Olivia, who had been quiet through most of it, finally spoke.

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