I squeezed the phone hard. Suddenly, the last six years of my life began to rearrange in my head. The mornings I woke up dizzy. The nights I couldn’t remember how I got to bed. Ethan’s words the next day, always the same, always with that tender smile:
You slept like a baby.
I had attributed everything to age. At almost 60 years old, it seemed natural to me to feel more tired, slower, more fragile. I never suspected there was another explanation.
The doctor recommended me to stop consuming anything prepared by that person and talk to the authorities and my lawyer as soon as possible. I hung up the phone and stayed almost half an hour inside the car, still. I didn’t cry. Not yet.
The cameras that confirmed everything
On my lawyer’s advice, I installed security cameras in the common areas of the house. Three nights later, when he thought I was sleeping, the office camera recorded him opening the file cabinet, photographing documents and making a call. The audio was weak, but a phrase was clearly heard:
