At the evening wedding anniversary, my husband solemnly raised his glass. I followed his example but suddenly noticed: he quietly slipped something into my glass. A cold, uneasy feeling clenched my stomach. I decided not to take any risks.
When everyone was distracted, I carefully swapped my glass with the glass of his sister sitting nearby.
About ten minutes later, we clinked glasses and drank. And almost immediately, she felt sick. Screams, panic. My husband went pale as if he himself was about to collapse.
I sat and stared at him. My mind hammered: “What have you planned, my love?”
They took his sister away in an ambulance. Everyone was in shock. I tried to look calm, but inside everything was trembling. And when my husband went outside to make a call, I followed him quietly, like a shadow.
