While my daughter fought for her life in the ICU, my mom forced me to leave her bedside to help setup my sister’s birthday party. My dad sneered, “Stop being so dramatic!” and my sister yelled, “You’re just using your kid as an excuse!” I wept and left. But when my daughter woke from her coma, she whispered, “Mom, Grandma did this to me…” and the room went dead silent.

Too risky, too high-profile. But the approach had been documented. This means she was shopping around, I said, my voice hollow. She was actively trying to find someone to kill me. Margaret nodded. The investigator believed she eventually decided to do it herself. Less traceable, more control over the timing and circumstances.

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