The courier box hadn't been sealed properly. Inside lay two bloodied teeth, still attached to fresh gum tissue at the broken ends.
Beside them sat a piece of white paper, on which a line was written in blood: I pulled out the two teeth that only ever told you lies. This is my apology to our child. Please forgive me.
Looking at those bloody teeth, I felt neither pity nor fear. Only a visceral revulsion. He was trying to guilt-trip me with self-harm. Such obsessive madness was even more sickening than his lies.
Captain Shaw quickly snapped the lid shut, blocking my view, and pulled me behind him. His voice was steady, but there was barely contained fury beneath it. "Don't look. I'll call the bureau right away. This counts as intimidation."
The police arrived quickly, took the evidence, a
