She sees the hammer fall. It smashes through her skull, like a sharp finger piercing wet tissue paper. The cracking noise resonates through her bones. Thoughts fly through the air like shards from an explosion, escaping her mind in a dash to oblivion. In the darkness a voice calls her name. “Mrs. Peters, are you okay? Can you hear me?” Forcing herself through a fug and into consciousness, Alice Peters opens her eyes. Diso...