Just as Cathy finished preparing dinner, Alex wet his pants. Cathy took him upstairs to change, and I seized the opportunity to add more salt to the boiled shrimp and mix the sedative into her water cup.
My heart pounded with nerves because I had never done such a thing before.
Trying to appear casual, I started eating. When Cathy returned, I casually remarked, "The shrimp is a bit salty."
Cathy gave me a skeptical look, took a shrimp, and tasted it. "Maybe I didn't stir it well," she muttered guiltily.
I didn't continue the conversation and only ate a couple of shrimp before feeding Alex to buy more time.
Despite the extra salt, Cathy ate the shrimp heartily, dipping them into her homemade spicy sauce until the plate was clean.
Inwardly, I scoffed at her gluttony.
But this was exac
