Then she asked the question that confirmed my suspicions.
“Emily, did you finish your coffee yesterday?”
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“Yes, Patricia. Every drop.”
She made a distressed sound before insisting that everything was fine. I ended the call and told Arthur what had happened. He looked horrified when I admitted that I had switched the cups.
“You shouldn’t have drunk either one,” he said. “You had no idea what was in them!”
He was right. I had acted out of fear without knowing whether either drink contained anything harmful.
We called Patricia together and confronted her. At first, she denied everything. But when Arthur demanded to know what she had put in my coffee, she finally admitted it had been a laxative.
She claimed she had only wanted to make me sick for a day or two so that the wedding might be postponed.
