As I was trying to sleep, the bedroom door slowly opened. He walked in quietly and stopped in front of my bed. In his hand he held a small white pill.
“You must take it every night before going to sleep,” she said coldly. “As long as you keep your word, your father will continue to receive all the medical care he needs.”
I wanted to ask questions, but her gaze was enough to silence me.
I swallowed the pill.
