The doctor continued. “We will keep her for observation. Her vitals should stabilize by morning. Whatever caused the reaction must be identified quickly.”
I nodded once. “I want a full analysis of the medicine she took tonight.”
“We already sent for it,” he said. “It will be examined in our lab.”
Good. But I wanted more than a lab report. I wanted accountability. When the doctor left, I turned to Delilah. Her face was pale, her hands clasped tightly. She looked at the floor instead of me.
“I am responsible,” she began. “I should have checked the bottle. I trusted the physician too quickly. I should have verified the dose. I should have been more careful.”
Her voice trembled with guilt. It was a perfect apology but I wasn’t interested.
“Where did you get the medicine,” I asked.
“From
