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I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I felt the overwhelming sensation of guilt as I walked away from the casket. My one true love. Gone. He had died a week prior due to surgery complications. He meant the world to me and I had never loved anyone more than that man. Daniel and I had gotten married 2 years ago and he was one of the only people I trusted.
      “Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?” I heard from possibly another relative that I might not have known. I turned around to find a detective behind me. He looked sturn and eager to say something.
     “I’m sorry to inform you Elizabeth but we believe there has been foul play in your husband’s case.” the detective said as my heart dropped. I felt it sink into my stomach as I looked into his eyes.
     “What do you mean?” I asked with tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get an explanation or I might have cried right there on the spot.
     “Well Elizabeth, we think your husband might have been drugged with Clozapine.” the detective stated while handing me a packet of papers “it might be better if you read for yourself.” the unnamed detective walked away and looked as if he shouldn't be seen here.
     I got home and placed the packet of papers on the counter. I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and grabbed a wine bottle. Before my husband had died he was an extremely wealthy man, which given, meant I was now inherently wealthy. Which got me to thinking about his mother saying if he died from his heart surgery she expected all the money then laughed it off like a joke. I started thinking what if she had done this. Then I thought that was silly of me to think of that so I grabbed the packet from the counter and read through it, feeling the tears try to push through the emotional barrier I had set after he died. I let one tear slip and then a hurricane soon came after. Who would want to kill such a wonderful and kind man? I felt the tear start to fall faster, blurring my vision, as I began to read the page where they had stated that they had found drugs that he was not prescribed nor should have ever been in contact with in his system. Why wasn’t I told about this? Why didn’t they tell me there was foul play in this case? Because that’s what this is now. A case. I began looking into the drugs he came in contact with and sure enough they are use to drop blood pressure. Who the hell gave him these? He was suffering from low blood pressure so why the hell were these near him? I looked around cause I began to feel watched. I looked out the window but there was no one there.
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