— Mom… Grandma wanted you to drink that juice. She put something in it… I saw her… — her voice was shaking.
— What exactly?.. — my throat went dry.
My daughter swallowed hard:
— I heard her on the phone… she said “it’ll be better this way,” that “another girl for her son is pointless.” She said that if you lost the baby, “everything would be easier afterward.”
The world blurred before my eyes.
— Are you sure?.. — I barely recognized my own voice.
— She poured some powder from a little packet into it while you were talking to Dad. I was sitting next to her… she thought I was looking at my phone…
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