Xander
I stood there, still looking at her, the image from the bathroom not leaving my mind.
She was on the floor beside the tub, half-slumped against it. It looked like she had just collapsed there and stayed that way. One arm was under her body, her position awkward against the tiles.
The room felt too still—unnaturally so.
Water running from the tap, spilling over the side of the tub and onto the floor. It spread out slowly, running around her and across the tiles. It mixed with the darker patch underneath her, and the whole thing just looked wrong.
I’d seen death before. More times than I wanted to remember. But this was different. My chest wouldn’t loosen.
I couldn’t afford distraction, not now that my plans were already in motion.
I’d already called for medical assistance. The
