Doctors later confirmed that the food she had saved contained a slow-acting anticoagulant — one that wouldn’t show up easily on routine tests. A poison that mimicked chronic illness. A poison Travis had been adding to her meals, increasing the dose over months.
He had planned everything:
● the “stress” diagnosis ● the “you work too hard” comments ● the “I’ll take care of dinner” routine ● even the timing of the new insurance policy
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