“Eat,” he said.
“You eat it today.”
The color drained from Victor’s face. I pushed the pie toward him.
“Take a bite.”
“I don’t want any.”
“Why?”
“Just eat it, please.”
“If there’s nothing in it, pick it up and take a bite.”
He pushed the plate away.
“No.”
I froze. That single word seemed to confirm my worst fear. I jumped up and grabbed my phone.
“If you don’t tell me right now what you put in that pie, I’m calling the police.” What happened next read in the comments
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Victor stared at me in silence for several seconds. Then his eyes filled with tears. I had never seen him cry before. He slowly
took the white container from his pocket and placed it on the table.
“Open it,” he said.
