He lunged at me, hands reaching for my arms. I laughed again, that same empty laugh, and swung my palm hard across his face the moment it got close enough.
"I'm the one who's lost her mind? Why don't you ask your precious little mistress what she's been putting in my soup?"
I pulled the lab report from my pocket and hurled it at his face.
"Read it, Oliver. Read every line. Then tell me who's heartless. Tell me who killed this baby."
He stared at me, bewildered, then bent down and picked the report up off the floor.
Three seconds. That was all it took. His pupils blew wide, and disbelief flooded his expression.
"You... how are you poisoned? How is your immune system this destroyed?"
I shifted my gaze to Mamie.
"Miss Winfield. You know exactly what's in my system. Don't you?"
Every drop of color vanished from Mamie's face. Her eyes darted between me and Oliver in open panic.
"Oliver, this has nothing to do with me! Maybe she's been eating junk food on her own and that's what caused it?"
She squeezed out a few tears on cue, her voice trembling with rehearsed fragility.