Two weeks later, it finally came back to me that there was a small camera in the bathroom. I had installed it months ago when Ethan got injured because I had been worried sick about him slipping in the shower. I set it up despite his protests.
"Overkill," he had scoffed, but I never took it down. At that point, it was my only shot at the truth.
I pulled out the SD card and slotted it into my laptop. My fingers trembled so badly that I fumbled with the enter key before the screen lit up and revealed that night's footage.
In the dead of night, Iris slipped in wearing a bathrobe. She paused before the mirror, adjusted her necklace, and then bent to retrieve a small bottle from under the sink. Crimson liquid splashed into the water and bloomed like blood. She even reapplied her lipstick, an
