Serena's fingers trembled tightly around the doorknob as the cold metal bit into her palm. Her thoughts spun wildly, trying to understand what she was seeing, yet nothing made sense no matter how she tried to piece the situation together.
The last person who had entered this bathroom had been her.
She remembered it clearly because she had walked in earlier to check the room before changing into her nightgown. No servant had come upstairs afterward, and she had not heard a single footstep near the door since then. Yet somehow someone had entered and even filled the bathtub to the point that the water was nearly spilling over the rim.
Her gaze returned slowly to the figure in the tub. The long strands of blonde hair clung wetly to the woman's back, dripping quietly into the water below while the rest of her body remained eerily still.
Confusion slowly shifted into something colder.
