Lauren’s POV
Sunny side-up eggs, fresh garlic rice, and toasted spam fries.
If only all of these foods weren’t made by a killer, then I would eat them all by myself. Too bad, I feel nothing but disgust today that I already lost my appetite just by seeing them alone.
“All of you do not belong inside my stomach. You belong to the trashcan…just like where the one who cooked you deserved to be.” I spoke casually to the foods in front of me as if they were real people. I talked to them in a way that I imagined Mason…no, Eric to be in front of me.
I always dreamt of the day when I finally get to face him and how I would take delight in seeing him crumble upon my interrogation. I never knew that all this time, the man I’ve been dreaming of meeting was always in front of me…constantly fe
