My mother’s arms are wrapped around my chilling and quivering body while my hazy vision is affixed at the head as it is being put back inside the box by the police officers.
“We’ll contact the courier to find out who sent this package to Ms. Lopez,” one of the police officers says.
“I appreciate that,” Chaz replies.
The police officer glances at me, tilts his head a bit then waves his hand before turning around. My feet are glued on the floor as my eyes watch Chaz escorts the police officers to the front door. My heart is still rattling in my chest while the horrible event keeps on emerging in my head. Without waiting for Chaz to finish talking with the authorities, I gently remove my mother’s arms on me and trudge my way into the bedroom.
"Nichelle."
I hear my mother calls my name
