After dinner, my son and I collapsed. While pretending to be unconscious, I heard my husband whisper, “It’s done. They won’t last.” He had poisoned us. When he left, I told Eli, “Don’t move.” We crawled to the bathroom and forced ourselves to throw up. The phones were dead — he planned everything. I sent Eli to the neighbor’s for help. We survived. But the real horror came later… when I found out why he did it. (check in the first comment👇) | Abandoned Atlas