Tom dragged a hand down his face, frustration seeping out of every pore. "What if the doctor seeing her now notices the difference in the pills?"
Morgana laughed softly—once. "And you're calling me dumb," she said, shaking her head. "No one can see the difference, Tom. No one. I replaced them with the same medicine. The only difference is in the grams. It's simple." She waved a dismissive hand. "Barely detectable unless you're looking for it—and no one is."
"How can you be this calm?" he demanded.
"Because panic doesn't solve problems," she replied evenly. "And because someone in this relationship has to think clearly."
"Also, I am a very smart, very brilliant woman. And why wouldn't I be calm?" Morgana said coolly, lifting her chin. "I didn't do anything." Her lips curved faintly.
