“I did not!” Miranda gasped, her demeanor flipping instantly from amusement to victimhood. She grabbed my mother’s arm. “I came in to check on her and found her like this! She must have gotten into the jar herself! I was laughing from… from shock! It was hysteria!”

“That’s a lie!” I shouted. “The jar was downstairs! A five-year-old didn’t bring it up here!”

I grabbed my phone from my pocket. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely unlock the screen. “I’m calling 911. She needs a hospital.”