Brook Fisk

There's a knock on the door to my hospital room, and that was the police.

The police took Sick into another room for questioning.

And he confessed that he had poisoned me.

I called his brother, who lives here in New York, and I told his brother Sick had been arrested and what he had been arrested for, that he had poisoned me and killed our baby.

And his brother said he didn't know that I was pregnant.

I said that I couldn't take care of Sick anymore.

that he was not my responsibility and he needed to come down here and take care of his brother.

While he didn't know that I was pregnant, they did know that Sick and I were seeing each other and his mom had known for years.

She'd known since the day she met me.

And they had just been waiting for him to tell them.

The police met us there.

It was very strange to go in.

There's crime scene tape in his apartment and it's been ransacked by the police.

Just an odd feeling knowing that that's now the scene of a crime and it's a place that you painted and decorated.

So he had given me 200 milligrams in the morning.

And then when that didn't work, he gave me an additional 600 milligrams in the evening.

he probably needed to give me that dose because I was way further along in pregnancy.

The drive back to New York was awful.

There's no eloquent way to say that.

It was just awful.