Agnes
I stared at Olivia in disbelief, my mind struggling to process her words. Medication? That was what was in the vial? But it made no sense—there was no label, no prescription information, nothing that would indicate it was legitimate medication.
“What?” I stood, dusting myself off. “That’s your medication?”
Olivia’s perfectly painted lips curved into a hateful little sneer. “Don’t play dumb, Agnes. This is my prescription. My doctor gave it to me after…” She faltered for a moment, her mask of anger slipping to reveal something that almost looked like genuine distress. “After I had the baby. For postpartum depression. I was wondering where it went—you stole it, didn’t you?”
I shook my head, baffled by such a claim. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—”
But it was too late. The peopl
