Chapter 6 - The Pills Greg Always Brought Her
Sarah stared at the medication list.
“I thought those were for nausea.”
They weren’t.
At least not all of them.
Greg had managed her pill organizer for months.
He told everyone he was “taking care of everything.”
Apparently he was.
Just not in the way a husband should.
I felt fury rising.
The physician stopped me before I ran ahead of the facts.
“We cannot conclude intent from a pickup record.”
He was right.
This was medicine.
Not a courtroom drama.
We needed evidence.
Sarah’s attorney requested the pharmacy history legally.
The records showed Greg picked up every prescription from Dr. Keene.
Several had unusual timing.
One refill occurred after Sarah told Greg the medication made her feel worse.
She remembered that argument.
“He said stopping suddenly could kill me.”
The hospital pharmacist reviewed the regimen.
Two drugs together could plausibly worsen her blood pressure, confusion and appetite.
Again, not proof of malicious intent.
But enough to raise serious questions.
Then Brenda called from hospice.
She had gone through Sarah’s personal belongings.
“Margaret, there’s a notebook.”
Sarah kept a small blue journal.
Most pages were ordinary.
Lesson ideas.
Books she wanted to read.
Names of former students.
Then the entries changed.
January 9:
Greg says I’m imagining symptoms.
January 18:
Martin says more testing is pointless.
February 3:
Greg angry I called Mom. Says Mom will panic.
February 12:
Sleeping almost all day after new pills.
February 21:
Asked Greg to take me to hospital. He said hospice was kinder.
Then one entry stopped me cold.
March 1:
He wants me to sign something about “making things easier.” I asked if it was divorce. He laughed and said I’m too sick to worry about marriage.
Sarah read that line twice.
Then she whispered:
“He knew.”
About the divorce.
About her weakness.
About everything.
But the journal contained one more entry.
March 4:
Found statement in Greg’s briefcase. $500,000 policy. He said it was old. Why does it show updated last month?
I looked at Sarah.
“Updated?”
Her attorney requested the insurance application.
The policy had existed for years.
But eight weeks before Sarah entered hospice, Greg had increased the coverage from $200,000 to $500,000.
And Sarah’s signature appeared on the change request.
She stared at it.
“I never signed that.”
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Then the attorney noticed the witness.
Dr. Martin Keene.
