That made my chest burn. Lucky to be a prisoner in my own home.

The turning point was an accident. It was a Tuesday evening. My hands were shaking terribly from the weakness. As I tried to take my evening thyroid pill, it slipped from my fingers. It bounced off the hardwood floor and rolled entirely out of reach under my heavy oak dresser.

I was too exhausted to retrieve it. I went to sleep without taking it.

The next morning, I woke up before my alarm. The heavy, suffocating fog in my brain felt slightly thinner. I could remember the date. I could remember the name of my favorite author. The terrifying dizziness was pushed back to the edges of my mind.

That night, instead of swallowing the white pill, I held it under my tongue. I went to the bathroom, spit it into a tissue, and hid it in the trash can.

By Thursday morning, my mind was fiercely sharp again. The lead weight was gone from my limbs. The steel trap of my accountant brain snapped back online.

I waited until Caroline left to run errands. I went into the bathroom and retrieved the hidden pill. I found my reading glasses. I held the tiny white tablet under the bright vanity light.

My jaw locked. I could hear my own pulse deafening my ears. I did not scream. I did not cry. Something cracked. Not broke. Cracked. Like a windshield.

The tiny white pill for my thyroid usually had a specific alphanumeric imprint code. This pill had a completely different stamp. It was entirely the wrong medication.

I did not call the police right away. I did not confront her when she returned.

I spent the next 3 days quietly pretending to perfectly take the medication. Every morning and every night, I secreted the pills into a napkin.
I watched Caroline closely. I watched her perfectly manicured hands meticulously organizing my pillbox on Sunday night. I watched her casually browse luxury real estate listings on her iPad while sitting in my living room.

On Monday, I called a taxi while Caroline was at her condo. I took a ziplock bag of the fake pills to an independent pharmacist across town. He analyzed them immediately.

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