The second page was a statement.
And the third page had a signature line with my name on it.
I had never signed it.
The detective told me they were not yet certain exactly what the documents were intended to accomplish, but the folder changed the investigation because it showed preparation beyond a single act of punishment.
My husband had not simply lost his temper.
Someone had prepared paperwork.
Someone had prepared chemicals.
Someone had prepared a story about my daughter.
And someone had expected that story to protect them afterward.
Then the detective showed me the final piece.
A photograph taken from my mother-in-law’s phone.
It had been deleted, but investigators had recovered it.
It showed our kitchen table before I arrived home.
The bowl was already there.
The second bottle was already there.
And the blue folder was sitting beside it.
There was no broken glass in the photograph.
