What if the real target had been Floyd all along, and they were merely toying with Lucielle as a means to reach him? While Lucielle was the one who received all the correspondences, Floyd was the central figure in each letter, each phone call, and now, a deceased ex-lover with her heart gruesomely removed had been left in his bed.
She shivered, clutching the blanket closer around her shoulders as if to ward off an invisible cold. Lucielle was bewildered by their audacity to return to their own home. She was repulsed and frightened. She didn't want to be there, but she understood Floyd's rationale. Packing up and leaving indefinitely would display weakness to their tormentor, and they needed to project an image of strength and indifference to whoever was stalking them.
She was surprised t
