Someone had taken a knife to it, dragging that blade from one end to the other. Because some asshole had broken into my house and torn it up for no reason. Did I look like I was rich? Or some spy with secrets I had stitched into the mattress? It just seemed so… senseless. Even the cops had agreed. They had gone as far as to ask if there was anyone who could be upset with me.
Def Thea’s fault
