EMILY’S POV.

All sound was blocked out immediately I was submerged in the water. Bubbles came swimming out as my hair clouded around my face.

I shook, pulled, and struggled to free myself from the ropes, but they were too firm. My whole life seemed to flash right in front of my eyes, like the pages of a book. I could imagine John leaving me to die, then I’d be discovered the next morning when the pool was drained of water.

A white, lifeless corpse. Then the children would cry, so would ...