“What? No. How?” “He drowned,” I say. “While we were on vacation.” “Drowned? That doesn’t make sense. He was a competitive swimmer. He’s been around water his whole life. He couldn’t have drowned.” Elaine speaks all of my doubts. “The coroner confirmed it,” I lie. “Accidental drowning they said.” Memories of Josh’s murder simmer below the surface of my thoughts. My emotions stir into a tempest. The kitchen lights flicker in response to the storm inside me. Quickly I attempt to calm my fractured thoughts. I take a deep breath. And another. The lights no longer flicker. Elaine continues to ask questions about Josh. Her words blur and the power surges again. Elaine notices. “Looks like you’ve got a wiring problem,” she says, distracted by the lights. “I know someone who can take a look at things.
