“Mum, can I stop taking the pills Aunt gives me?” the girl asked me while I was preparing dinner, focused on cooking the pasta.
“Mum, my heart is beating very fast,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Can I stop taking Aunt Jessica’s special vitamins? They’re making my head all foggy.”
The question froze my blood. đ± “What vitamins did she give you, honey?”
Maya lowered her eyes, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt. Trying not to panic, I asked her to bring me the bottle. Jessica, my perfect and rich sister-in-law, often criticized Maya’s weight. But giving her pills? This was beyond anything.
“âBeauty vitaminsâ from Switzerland, so I can be a model for her brand. But theyâre bitter, Mum. And then I canât sleep. After that, I feel so tired.”
I took the bottle: no label. Inside were white and blue pills. They werenât vitamins.
I rushed to the hospital where my best friend was working the night shift. As she checked Mayaâs pulse, Maya instantly fell asleep.
“Lisa, do a toxicity test immediately,” I ordered. Twenty minutes later, Lisa came back, pale, and said something that almost made me pass out. đ±đ±đ±
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Lisa collapsed into the chair in front of me, her face pale and marked with terror. She stared at me, eyes wide open, before whispering:
“Nia… you can’t imagine what’s in those pills. They’re not vitamins. It’s a powerful sedative. If Maya had taken another dose, she would already… be gone.”
A cold shiver ran through me. My hands were shaking. Panic flooded me, but I tried to stay calm.
“Why… why would she do this? Why Jessica…?” My voice cracked with emotion.
Lisa shook her head, clearly overwhelmed. “I donât know, Nia. But Iâm calling the authorities, this canât go unanswered. If these pills are circulating, many children could be in danger.”
I stared at Maya, sleeping on the couch, her face peaceful, but fear tightened my heart. Jessica, my perfect sister, had hidden this madness behind smiles and promises of beauty. I couldnât believe she had dared.
A few hours later, police were at the hospital. The investigation was starting. But one question remained: how many other victims were there? And why had Jessica acted this way?
The truth would come out, but at what cost? Their secrets, now exposed, would mark our lives forever.
