A Final Video, A Trusted Secret, And A Life-Saving Warning

by a woman who’d been slowly killing me for three years.

“Took them upstairs already,” I lied.

Her eyes lingered a moment too long. “The bottle was full yesterday.”

My heart rate spiked. I picked up a piece of toast, forced myself to chew casually. “I’ve been taking two a day. Doctor said my iron was low.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You continue reading …