Chapter 3
Claire
Today was the first anniversary of Terry 's death. She clutched a bottle of half drunk rosé from the floor and gulped the rest down. The bottle floated on the bubbles before bubbling on the way down to the bottom.
She slid down and closed her eyes. A deep sob broke out of her and she cried out loud, her face streamed with snot and mascara.
Her breathing became shallow and her heart slowed down. When her throat constricted, she tried to grab the sides of the tub, but she hit her head and lost consciousness.
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