Full part: My husband cooked dinner, and right after my son and I ate, we collapsed Pretending to be unconscious, I heard him on the phone saying, “It’s done… soon they will both be gone.”

“Phones,” he whispered.

Mine was gone. So was his.

Then I noticed my blue dinner plate still sitting on the table with several bites untouched.

I didn’t know what Daniel had put in our  food, or whether the plate could prove anything. I only knew I wasn’t leaving it entirely in

I pulled open the freezer drawer, grabbed a clean freezer bag, and scraped some of the untouched  food inside. Noah held the drawer steady while I sealed the bag and hid it behind a half-empty package of frozen peas.

Then I put the blue plate back exactly where Daniel had left it.

Almost exactly.

My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t tell whether I’d moved it an inch or two.

We still needed help.

Then I remembered the corded phone Daniel had complained about for years.