“Kept what?” “Your eye. I came back for it. I don’t know why.” His mouth broke into a devious smirk. I forgot how much he liked those dark parts of me. “Where?” “A jar. Full of isopropyl. Imma helped me.” I pressed my lips together. “I buried it in our garden. You can have it back, if you want.” “It’s yours.” He kicked back, eyeing me humorously. “You can have all my organs.”
Insane :))))
