“Something tells me we’ll find exactly what we’re looking for.”
Three days later, I sat in Detective Torres’s office, staring at the evidence photos spread across her desk.
The search of our house had revealed everything.
Packets of thallium hidden in Deanna’s specialty tea collection.
Traces of poison in her protein powder.
And detailed notes about dosages in her personal diary.
“She was methodical,” Detective Torres explained. “Started with small doses, gradually increasing them.”
“Her diary shows she was planning to deliver a fatal dose on your birthday, three weeks from now.”
My stomach lurched.
My birthday.
The day Dad always used to make pancakes, the day Mom used to put a candle in a grocery store cupcake and call it tradition.
Deanna had been planning to turn it into an ending.
“And my dad?” I asked.
Detective Torres sighed, shuffling papers.
“Your father was willfully ignorant,” she said. “But we found no evidence he knew about the poisoning.”
“He’s facing charges of child endangerment and neglect, but not attempted murder like Deanna.”
I nodded, feeling strangely numb.
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