Max was my best friend for years until she moved away. We found each other again 5 years ago and some crazy shit went down but we saved Arcadia Bay. Sometime after that, we became a couple and about a year ago, we decided to adopt a child. I didn't think I was cut out to be a parent, but our little girl, Alesa, was awesome and she really liked me. But I can be a forgetful person. And that's what killed her.
"Chloe!" Max yelled "Wake up! You overslept and you need to take Alesa to daycare!"
"WHAT?!" I screamed
I looked at my clock, it said 7:40 and work started at 8:00. I quickly put on clothes and brushed my hair, having to miss a shower. I grabbed Alesa, eating breakfast, and headed out the door. I quickly buckled her up and started the car. I had to speed a little, (cops be damned) but I made it to work with 2 minutes to spare.
It was a bit of a stressful day. I worked as a detective, but I couldn't help but think I forgot something. I finally finished my shift and went to pick up Alesa. Then something clicked, was I here this morning? Something didn't seem right. Then I remembered, speeding to work, not dropping off Alesa, she'd been in the car all day in the hot sun! I looked into the backseat and saw her there, dead.