CHAPTER 25

CARMEN

We all stood, frozen, staring at the doctor as he looked at us for a head nod at the idea of a toxicology test while we all tried to process what he had just told us about Steve.

“What do you mean by that?” Mom was the first to speak. “We all eat the same thing; there’s no way Steve would be poisoned. The staff make sure to restock the kitchen each and every two weeks, throwing out everything that needs to be thrown out.”

“Mrs Wilmer, you need to understand that we are not sure about your husband being poisoned,” the doctor explained and corrected her. “The toxicology test will help us figure out if we’re right to think he’s been poisoned. An investigation could follow if we find odd chemicals in his bloodstream.”

“Just do it. We have to figure this out one way or another, right?” Mom said, crossing her arms.

“He’ll need to stay at the hospital for a few more days,” the doctor informed us. “He needs to be monitored closely without fail in such a critical condition.”

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