Chapter 3 - The Fatal Substance
Gasps of utter horror rippled through the gathered relatives as the pastor opened the yellow envelope with trembling hands.
Victoria took two frantic steps backward, trying to melt into the shadow of the floral arrangements.
Two heavy-set uncles instantly grabbed her upper arms, locking her in place near the front pew.
"What did you find in my sons' blood, Uncle Alan?!" Trevor screamed, stepping forward with his hands clenched into tight fists.
"Tell me what was in their bottles!"
Dr. Vance pulled out a crisp sheet of lab paper, pointing directly at the highlighted red text near the bottom.
"Concentrated liquid potassium chloride mixed with a heavy dose of industrial-grade arsenic," Dr. Vance read aloud.
"It produces cardiac arrest within thirty minutes while mimicking natural infant respiratory failure."
Emma buried her face in my shoulder, crying softly as the terrifying reality of her words took hold.
"That was the white powder," Emma sobbed into my neck.
"Grandma put it in the silver tin near the sink... she told me it was special baby flour."
I looked up at Victoria, every ounce of grief in my body transforming into pure, unadulterated, scorching fury.
She hadn't just made a mistake in a moment of madness; she had systematically poisoned my newborn twin boys with industrial chemicals.
"You monster!" I screamed, lunging toward her before Trevor grabbed my waist to hold me back.
"Don't touch her, Sarah! Let the police handle this!" Trevor pleaded, his eyes overflowing with pathetic, sorrowful tears.
"Let go of me, Trevor!" I roared, shoving him off me with every bit of strength left in my broken body.
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"You defended her when she smashed my head against my baby's coffin!"
"You are just as guilty as she is!"
