Harmless to adults in controlled doses. Lethal to a newborn whose body couldn’t process it. The lab found residue.
The pill had been crushed deliberately, mixed carefully so it would dissolve completely. This wasn’t an accident. Detective Miller sat beside my bed, his voice low and steady.
“We believe this was intentional.”
Daniel stared at the floor. He already knew. Margaret told police she was protecting the family.
That my bloodline was weak. That my history of postpartum depression meant I would ruin another child. She said God would understand her mercy.
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