ADIRA

The car door clicks shut behind me. The engine’s hum dies, replaced by the sound of my own heartbeat. I stare ahead and the estate looms. It doesn’t look abandoned, or unkempt, instead it looks like people have been living here for years and it’s very well taken care of.

There’s even a greenhouse with high glass walls, and the flower beds inside look insanely beautiful.

But that’s not why I’m here.

My fingers tighten on the vial in my pocket. “…five drops of poison, no more, no less,” My father’s voice echoes in my mind.

My task her was simple: Insert five drops. Quiet. No trace.

I practice...