Evelyn walked calmly into the hallway and shouted:
“Olivia! For God’s sake, your son is crying again!”
Michael felt sick.
Another recording showed Evelyn slipping prescription pills into Olivia’s bathroom trashcan.
Michael remembered the next evening perfectly.
His mother had approached him looking “concerned.”
“Michael,” she’d whispered, “I found these hidden in Olivia’s bathroom. I think she may be taking something.”
He remembered the suspicion he felt.
Remembered the way Olivia cried while insisting she had no idea where the pills came from.
And he remembered not believing her.
The guilt hit him so violently he nearly vomited.
He kept watching.
Video after video.
Evelyn whispering poison into Olivia’s ears every day.
Michael doesn’t love you anymore.
You embarrass him.
If you divorce him, we’ll destroy you in court.
No judge gives custody to unstable women.
You have no money of your own.
