Chapter 3 - THE PILLS THAT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN IN OUR HOUSE
I called the police.
Then I called Natalie’s hospital.
I did not tell Marlene what I was doing.
She stood in Lily’s doorway with her arms folded.
“You’re going to embarrass your wife over nothing.”
I kept my body between her and my daughter.
“You don’t speak to Lily.”
“She misunderstood what she saw.”
Lily squeezed my hand.
“I saw Grandma take Mom’s white pill and put the little one there.”
The unlabeled container went into an evidence bag when officers arrived.
So did Natalie’s prescription bottle and the hospital paper.
Marlene was not arrested that afternoon.
The officers documented the restraint involving Lily, took statements, and told Marlene to leave the house while the investigation continued.
She went to my brother-in-law’s home.
Before leaving, she looked at me.
“You have no idea what Natalie has been doing.”
For the first time, I did not ask her to explain.
At OhioHealth Riverside, I requested to speak privately with Natalie’s physician.
The unlabeled pills were identified later that evening.
They were not Natalie’s prescription.
They were Marlene’s.
A blood-pressure medication at a substantially different dosage.
The tablets looked similar enough that I understood how someone rushing might confuse them.
But Natalie had used a weekly organizer.
The pills should never have been loose together.
The doctor asked whether Natalie had access to Marlene’s prescription.
“No.”
“Did Marlene manage her medication?”
I closed my eyes.
“Yes.”
Natalie woke fully that night.
I sat beside the bed and told her about Lily.
Her eyes filled immediately.
“Is she safe?”
“Yes.”
“Did Mom hurt her?”
“She held her down.”
Natalie turned away.
I expected anger.
Instead, she whispered, “I knew Lily saw.”
“Saw what?”
“Mom switching the pills.”
My chest tightened.
“You knew?”
“I confronted her yesterday.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Natalie looked back at me.
“I did.”
Then she reminded me of a conversation I had dismissed as another argument between them.
Last night she sent me a text:
My mom is doing something with my medication. Please take this seriously.
I had responded:
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I’m exhausted. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Tomorrow had nearly killed her.
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