At 2:17 a.m., I lay perfectly still beside my husband, Dererick, forcing myself to breathe slowly while watching him through barely opened eyes. He moved through our dark bedroom wearing latex gloves and carrying a small black bag I had never seen before, completely convinced that I was unconscious.
PART 1: Something Was Wrong With My Tea Three hours earlier, Dererick had handed me my usual cup of chamomile tea. He had prepared the same drink for me every …
At 2:17 a.m., I lay perfectly still beside my husband, Dererick, forcing myself to breathe slowly while watching him through barely opened eyes. He moved through our dark bedroom wearing latex gloves and carrying a small black bag I had never seen before, completely convinced that I was unconscious. Read More