“Is everything OK?” My father appeared at the door of the bathroom, with a now quiet Oliver in his arms.
“Please keep Oliver away, I think I have been poisoned.” I said, looking up at the mirror in front of me.
“What?” I saw his eyes widen behind me.
“It’s this ring, this bloody ring.” I said, scrubbing my fingers even harder, checking my arms again and again.
I cannot die.
I cannot leave my son alone in this scary world.
“Can I see the ring?” My father said.
I turned to squint at him.
“I worked as a jeweler for many years, I would be able to tell if jewellry was tampered with or not."
“You would have to keep Oliver aside. I don’t want this thing around him.
“Where is the nanny?”
“I dismissed her briefly.”
“I will go set Oliver down in the bedroom.”
“No.” I said in panic. H
