Smart Homes Make Perfect Death Traps
Language: en
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed in the silence of 2 a.m. I was buried under a mountain of spreadsheets when my phone buzzed, the screen illuminating the word "POLICE" in stark, clinical white. My heart did a slow, sickening roll in my chest. I picked up. The news hit me like a physical blow—my best friend, Megan, was gone. The detective's voice was detached. He called it a "freak accident." According to the coroner, Megan had gotten up in the middle of the night, slipped on the bathroom floor, and fallen headfirst into the toilet. She had knocked herself unconscious and drowned…