My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

came the soft hum of her white noise machine.

Rain tapped against the windows.

I looked at the thumbnail.

Vanessa’s bathroom.

Lily on the stool.

The scissors in Vanessa’s hand.

I wanted to throw the phone through the wall. I wanted to drive through the rain to Winslow Ridge and drag Vanessa out by her perfect blond hair. I wanted to wake Daniel, make him continue reading …