"That's a bloody lie."
"I've been taking those for years," I continue, my voice rising a little despite how dry my throat feels. "Since Mia became our housekeeper."
Her name feels strange in my mouth now.
"I only started getting sick months back," I add, my brows pulling together. "So what the hell are you even talking about?"
She laughs this quiet, knowing kind of laugh that makes something in my chest tighten.
"Yeah," she says, dragging the word out like she's savoring it.
"That's exactly why it was so easy for her."
She takes a step closer to me.
"It was easier for her to bleend it in," she adds casually, like she's talking about sugar in tea.
"And have you not notice it."
My stomach twists and turns.
"To blend what in?" I ask, my voice sharper now.
Because something about the way she's saying it….It's getting under my skin.
"Oh, I wouldn't know that," she shrugs lightly. "I don't know how the magic works, baby."
The way she says baby makes my jaw tighten.
