Chapter 4 - Claire Remembers the Exact Ingredients in Vanessa's Milk
The fog of the heavy sedative began to lift further from Claire’s racing mind as sharp memories cut through the haze.
She remembered standing by the marble kitchen island late that Tuesday afternoon while the autumn wind howled outside.
She remembered Vanessa walking through their back patio doors holding a steaming ceramic mug of spiced warm milk.
“Drink this, Claire... it’ll help with your postpartum anxiety,” Vanessa had whispered with an unsettling, saccharine smile.
Claire had taken two grateful sips before a sudden, leaden weight paralyzed her limbs and dragged her consciousness into darkness.
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