Her mother's laugh, the way her father's watch gleamed in the sunlight. And then the devastating contrast of their lifeless bodies, the cold, impersonal voices of the police officers who had shown up at her door. The horror on their faces, the words they spoke as they delivered the news that had torn her life apart.
Esme's hands tightened around the sink, knuckles white from the pressure. Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and fast, before she could stop them. She couldn't block it out. The memories played in her mind like a film on a loop, vivid and haunting. Over and over again, she watched as her world crumbled, the people she loved most ripped away from her.