I dropped the decanter, my body already going weak.
He removed the needle and stepped back.
I fell to the ground. From there, I struggled but managed to turn to look at him, my vision going dark.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I need more time before you are allowed to remember what I’ve done.” He seemed genuinely apologetic, his lips curling down at the corners. “It’s either this or I kill you outright, and I really don’t want to do that to Julian or Alice.”
“I’ll… still… die…” I said, each word a terrible struggle.
“Yes,” Tony said. “But it will kill you much slower, and you’ll still have time left. It will still be a tragedy but your husband and daughter will have time to say goodbye. It’s much more humane than murder.”
“It’s… still…” Murder.
I passed out before I could finish my words,
