Mother pointed.
“That’s my phone.”
The older device had a cracked screen.
Julian looked at Chloe with sudden fury.
“You were supposed to get rid of that.”
The room went still.
Chloe stared at him.
“You told me to keep it until the accounts were transferred.”
Mercer stepped between them.
“Neither of you say another word.”
But the damage was done.
One of the prescription bottles bore Mother’s name.
The medication inside did not match the label.
The nurse examined a tablet.
“This appears to be a sedative.”
Mother shook her head.
“I don’t take sleeping pills.”
Chloe’s breathing became frantic.
“She gets agitated.”
“You drugged her?” I asked.
“I managed her symptoms.”
“You are not a doctor.”
“She was impossible!”
The mask finally cracked.
Every polished smile, every complaint about sacrifice, every carefully constructed story collapsed in a single burst of anger.
“She screamed about money every day,” Chloe shouted. “She followed us through the house. She accused us of stealing before we had even taken anything!”
