The Hayes Family Trap

My oldest brother's rich fiancée — the one in the wheelchair — drank a cup of the calming herbal tea I'd brewed, then died in the guest room with blood seeping from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

The medical examiner found a high concentration of poison residue in the tea leaves, and the police pinned me down hard against the cold tile floor.

I thought my parents, who'd always doted on me, would fight to defend me.

Instead, my mom stared down at the body on the floor, let out a long breath, and burst into tears of joy. “Thank God! Officer, well done! Lock this lunatic up right now!”