The date was August 4th, 1892. It was a horrible sweltering day in Fall River, Massachusetts. Andrew Borden, Lizzie’s father, a successful yet notoriously stingy banker, had just returned home from town and retired to the sitting room to take a nap. Abby, his wife and Lizzie’s stepmother, was supposed to be out visiting a neighbor (at least according to Lizzie). There was also a maid, Bridget Sullivan, who was in her room in the attic, resting after washing the windows whilst overcoming a bout of food poisoning (the Bordens were so frugal that they were often sick from recycling leftovers).