The Kiss of Death
I said, pausing before explaining, "Last week, I spilled some makeup remover on it, which ruined the label, so I tore it off."
My makeup was stored on the same dresser, close to the row of medicine bottles. The bottle of makeup remover was nearly full and barely used.
She placed the entire row of bottles into a clear evidence bag, and the unlabeled white plastic bottle was sealed separately in its own bag.
Eleanor scanned the room one more time before turning back to me. "Do you sleep in the guest bedroom?"
I nervously tugged at my hair and answered quietly, "Yes, my husband said I snore in my sleep. He usually has to wake up early for work, which can be disruptive.