Lynne's POV:
When Aaron picked up the phone, Merry’s cries came loud and clear.
The little girl, sobbing, said her mommy was lying in the bathtub, and there was so much blood in the water. Clara, it seemed, had attempted suicide.
“Merry, don’t be scared. Uncle Aaron will be back soon. You just stay in the living room...”
Aaron hung up, swiftly spun the steering wheel, and turned the car around. The engine roared as we sped back toward Clara’s house.
*
When we arrived, Merry was no longer crying. She was sitting at the coffee table, playing with the stuffed toy I had bought her, as if she hadn’t just been the one sobbing on the phone.
I followed Aaron into the bathroom in a rush and froze. Clara lay in the bathtub, dressed in a flimsy white nightgown. Her body was submerged in the wa
