The newspapers reported it as an accident. A tragic case of absentmindedness, the coroner ruled. Her’s wasn’t a distrait mind, she knew what would happen when she drew the bath.
Some argued that it wasn’t daydreaming that distracted her, something sinister kept her from saving herself they said.
Perhaps it was my hand holding her under the surface, or all those glasses of wine I poured for her. Maybe, it was the pills I dissolved in her Chardonnay.
I could have stopped it, I suppose.
No, this was a deliberate act on her part. She did it for the attention.
Thin spiral notebook 
Ha! That one little line there that gives it all away, slipped so subtly in with the wine. If drowning weren’t such a horrible way to die, this almost sounds heavenly.
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