EMILY
All this didn't really mean anything to me until I had heard that his mother caught him stealing people's pets and cutting them up in small pieces, just to watch them die. This, again— supposedly, happened so many times, they just didn't know what to make of it all. Sometimes when he would cut them up in bit, he would stare at them for hours, as if it was the most pleasant thing he had set eyes on. When asked, according to that cafe woman who I was sure was mistaken about him, said Jake would reply, ‘I find it fulfilling’.
“Nonsense,” I had said out loud, moving rather uncomfortably where I sat. “Utter nonsense… how could anyone believe this?”
What I believed was that the woman wasn't lying, I could see it in her face that she had good soul. But she had heard a false story and be
