My Son And His Wife Went On A Cruise, Leaving Me To Babysit My 8-Year-Old Grandson Who Had Never Spoken Around Us. As Soon As The Door Clicked Shut, He Stopped Rocking, Looked Straight In The Eye, And Whispered In A Clear Voice: “Grandma, Don’t Drink The Tea Mom Made For You… Not Yet.” A Chill Ran Through Me…

“I’ve seen pages about something called elder abuse and how hard it is to prove, and lots of stuff about natural causes and expected decline in elderly patients.”

Each revelation was another piece of a horrifying puzzle. Nyla wasn’t just making me sick impulsively.

She was educating herself on how to do it effectively, how to avoid detection, how to make my eventual outcome appear natural and expected. “She also looks up information about kids like me,” Damian continued. “Children with developmental disabilities and how they make unreliable witnesses if anything bad ever happened.”

The full scope of her planning was breathtaking in its malevolence.

She wasn’t just using Damian’s forced silence to cover her tracks. She was researching how his supposed disability would protect her if he ever tried to expose her. “There’s something else,” Damian said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.

“She’s been making the tea stronger each time.”

“Yesterday, when she was packing the packets for this week, I heard her on the phone with someone. She said she was tired of waiting for nature to take its course and that it was time to move the timeline up.”

My blood ran cold. If Nyla was planning to accelerate whatever process she’d begun two years ago, then this week—while she and Dean were safely on a cruise ship with hundreds of witnesses to their whereabouts—might be intended as my last.

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