*"Linda doesn't know what you've done."*
*"And she's not going to.
Because who's going to believe a sick old man over his own wife?"*
The recording stopped.
I couldn't breathe.
I looked at David.
He was staring at the recorder like it was a snake.
"You were waiting for him to d*e," I said.
"Linda—"
"You were making him sick."
"That recording is out of context.
He was— I was—"
"You said you were waiting for him to d*e.
I heard you.
The lawyer heard you.
Everyone in this room heard you."
David's face twisted.
"You think this old man was some kind of saint?
He was a miserable, lonely—"
"He was a man you were slowly poisoning," Mr.
Higgins said.
"And he knew it."
David grabbed his phone off the floor.
"I'm calling my lawyer."
"You should," Mr.
Higgins said.
