Placed on the nightstand, there was a single nightshade stem. Why does he insist on leaving gifts? Placed next to the bloom was a handkerchief. The white fabric bled red from one of the sides. When unraveled, a brittle, disembodied finger was placed neatly in the silk. My nose creased at the smell. I was sure there would be a story in the paper about the owner of the appendage in question. No matter, I did not have time for puzzles today. The finger was disposed of discreetly in the toilet.
HE GIFTS HER A FUCKING FINGER?!?! i'm sickened, i'm barfing, i'm throwing this man into a puddle of battery acid
