On our wedding anniversary evening, my husband soberly raised his glass. I followed his example, but suddenly noted: he had quietly poured something into my glass. A cold, anxious premonition clasped my stomach. I didn’t want to risk it.

When everyone was distracted, I carefully switched my glass for the glass of his sister, who was sitting next to me.

About ten minutes later we clattered glasses and drank. And almost immediately she felt ill. Screams, panic. My husband was surprised, as if he himself had almost fallen.

My head was asking: “What are you planning, darling?”
My sister was taken away by ambulance. Everyone was in surprise.

“How did this happen?” he said excitedly. “No, she shouldn’t have been drinking… I definitely switched the glass!”

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Having quietly returned to the house, I took my place at the table again. I tried to breathe normally, to restrain my gaze.

Later he came up to me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with a forced smile.

“Okay,” I replied. “And you?”

He hesitated.

And I knew: from this moment everything would change. But the main thing is that I am alive.

The next morning I arrived at the hospital. His sister was lying in the ward, pale, weak, but conscious.

The doctors said, “It was serious poisoning. She was lucky. If the dose had been a little higher…”

I nodded gratefully to fate. And to myself too.

At home he met me as if nothing had occured:

“How is she?” he asked.

I smiled.

“Alive. And I remember that the glasses were positioned differently,” I added.

He froze. His fingers trembled.

– What do you mean by this?

– Nothing yet. Just an observation.

– And you think about what you will tell the police if I decide to talk to them.

That night he didn’t sleep.