I'm the one who found her. At first I thought she just fell asleep in the bath but when I get closer I notice the water is red. Blood red. I scream at the top of my lungs. "Mom! Call 911!" She comes running in before I can warn her. She sees the blood stain Tatum's platinum blonde locks and she loses it.
I call, but I know its too late. She cut up the vein, not across. Even if I'd found her sooner there is no fixing that.
When the paramedics and police show up they ask us questions about Tatum and suddenly I get the feeling something is wrong...Tatum was so happy yesterday. I tell the questioning officer and he tells me that sometimes suicidal people seem happiest when they decide because they've found their out. But I know Tatum and that's not her. She wouldnt do this.
And then I realize something else: Tatum hates bathes. She only takes showers. She always said taking a bath was just laying in your own filth.
So many things are wrong with this situation. It can't be suicide. Tatum was happy, hated baths,and got sick at the sight of blood. In that moment I declared this a murder and began my search for Tatum's truth.
