Poisoned Milk

“You’re back,” said Queenie.

“Mhm.” Cassandra nodded absentmindedly.

She headed toward the kitchen. “Mom, let me make you some warm milk. Drinking a glass at night is good for your health.”

After hearing that, Queenie calmly looked at her and said, “All right.”

Cassandra went into the kitchen, ruthlessly pouring the drug into the milk.

She refused to believe that Queenie could continue to be so lucky and keep on living unscathed.