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“Vitamin powder. I told you I added supplements because you’ve been stressed.”
Kemy’s eyes darkened.
“Then drink it yourself.”
Silence.
Jane’s face lost color instantly.
Henry looked between the two women.
Then, very calmly, he placed the glass on the table.
“Drink it.”
Jane stepped back.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Drink it,” Henry repeated.
Her breathing changed.
Fast.
Uneven.
And suddenly Kemy remembered another face from long ago.
Fey.
The same nervous eyes.
The same selfish cowardice moments before betrayal.
Jane slammed her hand against the table.
“This is insane! You’re listening to a maid over your fiancée?”
But Henry’s voice had already turned cold.
“What’s in the drink?”
Jane looked trapped now.
Cornered.
Then she made her mistake.
She looked toward her purse.
Just for a second.
But Kemy saw it.
And so did Henry.
Kemy grabbed the purse before Jane could move.
“Give that back!” Jane screamed.
Henry stood up instantly.
Inside the purse was a small prescription bottle with no label.
Henry took it with shaking hands.
“What is this?”
Jane’s mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Finally:
“It’s not what you think—”
Kemy cut her off.
“I heard your phone call.”