Of all this, the one part he truly remembers is seeing his wife’s face staring back at him, mouth open, her head propped up along the soap catch, sliced off from the rest of her body.

I should’ve known.  God, why was I so stupid!

The note Barb left for him wasn’t written by her.  Even if she would’ve misplaced her cell, she still would’ve called him on the house phone.  And even if she wasn’t able to do that, she would’ve added her traditional heart signature to her name: ♥