Vanessa froze.

The wine bottle hovered three inches from the white plastic bag.

Kendra took a huge step backward, and her shoulder slammed hard into the wall.

Ethan stood with his hands at his sides.

He stared at the bottle.

“Look, put that down,” Ethan said.

Vanessa didn’t lower the bottle right away.

Her eyes darted from Ethan to the bathroom door as she worked out the trap.