The night air was chilling as we stumbled out of the garage, Eli clinging to my hand, his small body trembling with fear and cold. Mrs. Leverne lived two houses down, a kindly older woman who always seemed to know when something was amiss.
I prayed she was home, that she could help us. We reached her porch, and I pounded on the door, urgency making my knuckles sting. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open.
Mrs. Leverne stood there, her eyes widening in alarm as she took in our disheveled state. “Good Lord, what happened?” she exclaimed, ushering us inside.
“Please, call the police,” I managed to say, my voice strained. “Jared… he tried to poison us.”
Her eyes widened further, but she nodded, a steely resolve taking hold. As she dialed, I held Eli close, whispering reassurances I wasn’t sure I believed.
Within minutes, the wailing sirens pierced the quiet night, a sound I never thought I would be relieved to hear. Officers swarmed the neighborhood, taking statements, examining the remnants of the dinner we left behind. I sat on Mrs.
Leverne’s couch, Eli dozing fitfully in my lap, feeling as though I were watching someone else’s life unravel. The next few days were a blur of hospital visits and police interviews. The doctors confirmed our suspicions—traces of a potent poison were found in our system.
It was a miracle we had survived. But the question of why still loomed large. In the stark hospital room, with Eli safely asleep beside me, an officer approached with a grim expression.
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