bathroom door, I reach for the handle and push the door open. And what I see when I get inside is something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. It’s Cece. She’s inside the bathtub. Her eyes are closed and she’s propped up in the tub. The water is rapidly filling the tub, rising above the level of her shoulders. In another minute or two, it will be over her head. “Cecelia,” I gasp.
