Chapter 59

-POV KAREN MILLER

With pain in my heart, I watched the photos spread out on the glass table, revealing the massacre carried out by Anthony, the piles of bloody bodies, and limbs scattered everywhere.

My peripheral vision was blurred by the tears that accumulated beyond the limit, wetting my face.

“Karen” Arley calls me sorry, I didn't think I would be so shaken.

He started organizing the photos, worried about me. However, stopping him, I wanted to see the details, of how inhumane Anthony is.

“He’s a cold killer” I whisper, the pain growing inside my chest. “He IS capricious… he takes pleasure in doing..”

Arley looked at me without understanding my reverie.

“Karen, it was Anthony or those soldiers” he argues. “All of this is necessary for them to be together, for things to return to how they were before.”

“Do you approve of this, Arley?” I retort. “He not only killed but also ripped apart parts of the bodies, was it just fun for him? Why not shoot yourself in the head?”

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