Because saying it out loud made it real.
Olivia’s expression didn’t change.
“But she’s poisoning you,” Olivia finished flatly. “We both know it.”
The word poison made my stomach tighten.
It was one thing to feel sick.
It was another thing to name it.
“The episodes only happen when you eat her food,” Olivia continued. “You’re fine when you stay at my house or bring your own lunch.”
“That’s crazy,” I whispered, but my heart was pounding. “Why would she want to poison me?”
Olivia didn’t hesitate.
“Because you’re the only thing standing between her and your dad’s inheritance from your mom,” she said. “Remember how interested she got when she found out about the trust fund you get at 18?”
My mom had died three years ago, leaving behind a substantial inheritance that would become mine when I turned 18, just six months away.
Dad had control of it until then, but he couldn’t touch the principal.
Unless something happened to me.
That was the part I didn’t like to think about.
Because it made my mother’s death feel like more than a tragedy.
It made it feel like a doorway.
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