Chapter 85

Prescott’s POV

“Piece by piece; that's how I'll send her to you,”

My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat as I read the words on the paper. I could feel my heart racing as I grasped the bottle in my trembling hands. With shaking fingers, I slowly unscrewed the lid and held my breath as I peered inside.

I felt a knot of dread forming in my stomach as I saw what was inside the bottle. I held the bottle in my palm, my hands were trembling and I feared the bottle might end up slipping out of my hand as I stared into the bottle with my marring with tears.

“What is it? What is there in the bottle?” they all asked, their faces filled with confusion and curiosity. They stood in a huddle, their eyes fixed on me as they waited for an explanation. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what I had found.

“Is that not… A toe?” Wharton gasped behind me, I gasped, throwing the bottle on the table, moving back a bit wi