Helen looked at me with care.
You should talk to your doctor. Before I could answer, in the door
Daniel appeared with flowers in his hands.
His smile for a brief moment disappeared as Helen suggested a separate encounter.
But he quickly regained his resonance.
"Of course," he said. "I'll organize them."
But the meeting never happened.
That night, I unexpectedly walked into the kitchen.
Daniel was standing by my cup and pouring a few drops of small, dark bottle into the warm milk.
I stopped.
- What did you pour in there?
He turned violently.
Nothing special. Just the aroma.
Can I see this bottle?
His face was concentrating.
Margaret, you're unnecessarily worried.
He handed me a cup.
Please, honey. It's getting cold.
I wanted to keep asking.
However, his well-known, soothing smile made me doubt myself.
I took the drink.
The next morning I felt extremely heavy.
When I woke up, Daniel was sitting next to me.
