When Emma arrived at the nursing home, the police were already there.
"Mrs. Everhart," one officer said, recognizing her as Simon's daughter, "your father drowned. Surveillance shows he wheeled himself through the woods to the lake. There were no signs of a struggle, so we preliminarily ruled out foul play."
Emma didn't speak. She pressed her lips tightly together, staring at the corpse covered by a white sheet, her hands trembling slightly.
Jake was also present, his eyes red as he said, "I'm sorry, Emma. Simon said he wanted to get some sun, so I took him outside," he explained. "But then he asked me to go back and get him some water. When I came back, he was gone."
Jake's eyes were full of guilt and remorse. "I was terrified and asked everyone around if they had seen him... By the t
