“When was the last time you saw her?”
“You mean when I saw her head separate from her body delivered to my doorstep?” I deadpanned, my eyes heavy as I stared at the grumpy, sleepy officer in rage.
The feeling still hadn't dawned on me that I just unboxed my best friend’s head like a charity present, one would look at me and assume I was the one who killed her, or somehow, in my slowly deranged brain, she was still walking around somewhere. Alive.
Joe heard my scream from his apartment, and apparently, the whole building did, came rushing here and nearly threw up, dialing for the police immediately, as he tried to calm me down, try to stop me from crying and screaming, closing the box with much disgust and tossing it to the corner of the room, covering it hesitantly with a blanket.
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