Chapter 2 — She Moved In

Six months before that terrible night in the bathroom, David and I were drowning.

I was a senior project coordinator for a tech firm in Scottsdale, and my maternity leave had ended at the exact moment the most critical product launch of my career was kicking into high gear.

My husband, David, was working long, punishing shifts at a logistics company.

And between us we had a three-month-old daughter, Maya, and no one we trusted to care for her, and a rising panic that the life we had built was about to come apart at the seams.