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I stopped in my tracks. “Good. Don’t show him any favor. In fact, pull him down from that position.”
Without looking back, I walked straight into the house.
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Dexter was already home, busy cooking in the kitchen while Jung sat in the living room, drawing. The picture of domestic
bliss.
“You are back?” His voice called from the kitchen. “When I got home, I couldn’t find Mom. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up. What happened?”
Before I could answer, Kimberly cut in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “We both go out to work, so why does my son have to do everything? Picking up the kid, cooking dinner–what’s with that?”
“Juno is his son too. What do you mean, ‘do everything?” I shot back..
Kimberly opened her mouth to argue but then stopped herself
Dexter walked in, carrying the dishes. “Wash your hands, dinner ready.” He looked at me, frowning. “Where’s Mom? I didn’t see her when I came in.”
“She moved out today,” I said casually.
“Why?” He asked, confused.
“Because someone drugged her,” I replied, sitting at the table and eyeing the spread of food “Dexter, do you think it’s safe for us to eat this? I’m really worried. How about we let your mon try it first?”
Kimberly’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Dexter’s face darkened, his expression turning cold. “Are you crazy? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
“I know exactly what I’m saying,” I answered coldly. “The tests showed that Martha had a significant amount of sedatives in her system today. Someone must’ve drugged her after we left.
“You know what’s going on with her right now. Everything she eats has to be carefully considered, and this…”
I sneered, my eyes like daggers as they swept over the two of them.
Kimberly couldn’t keep her composure. Her eyes darted nervously.
Dexter’s face was grim. “You can’t possibly be accusing Martha, can you?”
“I’m not accusing. I have proof!” I said, pulling up a video. “Here’s the security footage from our hallway today. Watch it.”
Dexter barely watched a few seconds before his face turned ashen. He kept glancing at Kimberly, disbelief written all over
his face.
Kimberly could no longer meet his eyes. Her old, murky eyes were now wide with panic.
“Mom, who are these two men? Why did you bring them into o house while Sylvia and I were gone?” Dexter demanded; looking baffled.
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“They… they’re just some friends of mine, Kimberly stammered still trying to make excuses.
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I stepped in. “But Mom, you’ve been away from Fairhaven for so long. You’ve only just come back, and in such a short time, you’ve made ‘friends‘ like these? From the video, it looks like these two men are about the same age as Dexter–are they your old buddies?”
Her excuse was so far–fetched that even Dexter, if he wanted to, couldn’t buy it.
“Mom, if you don’t explain this clearly, I’m calling the police. Martha’s health is at risk, and I won’t stand by and let anyone use these kinds of tactics in my home!” I fixed her with a cold stare, my resolve firm.
Dexter, now visibly anxious, urged her, “Hurry up and say something!”
Kimberly hesitated for a long time, her voice wavering, before she finally broke down in tears. “I… I was confused. They came to collect a debt.”
She sobbed, pulling a debt note from her pocket and handing it to Dexter and me. We looked at the note–a simple piece of paper, but the words on it were far more chilling than any amount of red ink.
“You… what have you done…”
