Money.
My insurance.
My company.
The date of my delivery.
Sabrina.
Adrian became frightened.
But instead of immediately notifying police, he contacted his own attorney.
Then he began secretly documenting Grant.
He had recordings too.
Several of them.
I stared at Detective Price.
“You mean he knew my husband was talking about killing me and still let me remain his patient?”
The detective chose his words carefully.
“He says he was trying to establish what Grant intended.”
“He could have warned me.”
“Yes.”
“He could have transferred my care.”
“Yes.”
“He could have gone to police.”
“Yes.”
I looked down at Emma.
“What if I had actually swallowed whatever Grant put in my drink?”
Nobody answered.
That silence told me everything.
Adrian might not have intended to hurt me.
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