Their Love Was Poison: My Revenge Was Sweet
ut allergy. A tiny bit of cross-contamination from a shared spoon sent us rushing
explain the situation clearly. I showed them
ust new-fangled nonsense. Allergies weren't a thi
find Brenda with a jar of peanut butter a
oing?" I asked, my v
d, not even looking at me. "You have to expose t
eact. I snatched the spoon and the jar fr
daughter with that," I sa
with me!" she shrieked. "I am y
ng room. "What's all the ye
ning on the waterworks. "I was just trying to hel
ad in disgust. "Your mother has raised two kids. I
then, so clearly. It wasn't about love or help. It was about control. It was
ou're right, Dad. I'm so
ening. "Well, as lon
hosted another
mp alfredo," I announced c
, life-threatening shellfish allergy. She hadn't
ed up huge plates of creamy pasta, loaded with plump, p
erful, Chloe," s
t for you, Mo
eyes widened in pleasure
nother. An
change. A red flush crep
?" she rasped, her han
my face a perfect mask of inno
es wide with panic. "Shrimp
" I said brightly. "
lawing at her neck. Her face was
"Her EpiPen! It
ugh her bag, hi
nyone is really allergic to shrimp, Mom. It's proba
The ones she used abou
thigh. She collapsed back in her chair, taking huge,
filled with a mixture of te
d took another b