“No.”
He sat down again.
“There is something in this liquid besides vodka.” The continuation read in the comments
My hands went cold. At that moment, every terrible possibility rushed through my mind.
Forty years.
Every single evening.
The same glass.
What if he had been giving me something?
my occasional headaches, weakness, and sleepiness over the years had not been normal at all?
I didn’t even want to finish the thought.
“What is in it?” I whispered.
The doctor still didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he asked,
“Mrs. Miller, did you ever have any chronic medical condition when you were younger?”
I stared at him.
“No… I don’t think so.”
“Did you ever lose consciousness?”
I froze.
Suddenly, I remembered something.
During the first year of our marriage, I had fainted twice.
Once, I had even been taken to the hospital.
But it had happened so long ago that I barely remembered it anymore.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
