My heart shattered as I lay there, motionless. So the thing slowly killing me… wasn’t stress. And it wasn’t love. It was my husband.”

● the hidden Tupperware of food ● her medical records ● the recent change in Travis’s insurance policy ● and most damning— a voicemail she didn’t know was recorded:

the call Travis had made, his cold voice saying:

“She’s passed out. Was the last dose strong enough? When will I get the money?”