The Discovery
One evening, as Angela was cleaning the kitchen, she noticed a small jar on the counter — its lid left slightly ajar. A fine white powder glistened inside. She leaned closer. The faint chemical odor made her throat tighten.
A minute later, Claudia swept into the room, humming softly, holding William’s soup bowl. Angela froze. She watched as Claudia dipped a small spoon into the jar and stirred the powder into the steaming broth.
Her heart hammered. She wanted to scream — but fear gripped her. What if she was mistaken? What if she accused the lady of the house and got fired? Or worse?
That night, William collapsed again after dinner. This time, he couldn’t even make it up the stairs.
