The Ex

by Freida McFadden

And she can’t risk a cop getting a look at what’s in her apartment. That would potentially be… bad. Very bad.

There’s blood all over the door. All over the door and all over the glass windows. The entire entrance to her store is soaked in dried crimson. She takes a step back, her entire body shaking. Who would do something like that? And why? It’s not like she has any enemies. Unless… No. Not that. Nobody knows about that.