Peggy returned to her post while Amy and Kevin headed upstairs. Amy’s phone was on the bedroom dresser, her flats, which she had worn last night, were sitting beside the couch, and her pendant was lying on the bed, its chain snapped in two. Before zipping up her bag, she headed to the bathroom to check if she had left anything in there.

She pushed open the door and flicked on the lights. Just like Peggy had said, the room was spotless. Fresh towels hung from the railing, boxed toiletries sat in a neat row on the vanity sink, and the scent of pine cleaner wafted up from the floor. And there, across the room, looming ominously in the corner: the bathtub. Amy peered inside. The sight of her ghostly image reflected in the porcelain instantly gave her goose bumps.

“Amy, you okay?”

She startled and turned to find her dad standing in the doorway. “Yes, I’m all right.” She backed away from the tub. “Feels strange to be in here, that’s all.”

“There’s probably plenty about last night you don’t remember.” He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not sure how much help I can be, but if you’ve got any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them.”

“It’s still a blur, to be honest.” Amy composed herself and gave the bathtub a second look, imagining what it must have been like for those few minutes, to be lying in there, alone and unconscious while the taps continued to run, spilling water over the edge.

“Wait . . .” She turned to her dad. “You weren’t the one who found me, were you?”

“Not the first, no.” He looked at her strangely.

“Who was it then?”

“It was one of the maids.”

Amy stared at the door. “A maid?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Nothing, it’s just . . .”

“Is something wrong?”

“No . . .”

“Thank goodness she was walking by. She had the master keys on her. She saw water in the hall, knocked, and when she didn’t get an answer, she decided to come in and check. We were very lucky.”

“Right, yes . . . very lucky.”

“You look surprised. Had you thought it was me?”

“No . . . maybe. I don’t know.”