I watched them, barely touching my own food, pretending to be the dazed, medicated wife.

I stopped drinking the tea he made for me, pouring it down the bathroom sink when he wasn’t looking.

My mind was clearing, the heavy fog lifting day by day.

On Thursday afternoon, Jared and Courtney left the estate together for a “security consultation” at the studio.

The house was finally quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioners.

The security guard at the gate was reading a magazine, paying no attention to the internal cameras.

I knew I had to find the final piece of the puzzle.

My lawyer had told me that the chemical analysis was good, but we needed the forged documents.

I needed proof that Jared had conspired with Dr. Haynes to sign the involuntary commitment papers.

Dr. Haynes was Jared’s personal physician, a man who owed his entire practice to Harlan Media’s funding.

I walked up the stairs to the third floor, toward the east wing of the house.

This was the older part of the estate, mostly unused now.