MY WIFE AND I.

DANIEL’S POV.

If what happened two years ago should ever happen again. Then, forever, I would never find peace.

I tried as much as I could… I acted as if it was okay, but deep down, I knew it was not.

The only thing that kept me going was the fact that she did not die that day and was already living her life elsewhere… without these watching eyes.

I exhaled deeply, returned the picture and note in the box, then strolled across the room.

I pushed the door that would almost be mistaken for a wall open and then entered the room that was behind the door.

I looked around the room and shook my head slightly.

Inside this room, was almost everything that I had received from this anonymous sender.

Now that I think of it, I have received a lot from this person over the past few years.

Frames, mugs, letters, dead rats, pig’s blood… and many more.

Because I couldn’t keep dead rats and pig’s blood here, I had taken pictures of them the moment I had received them and printed them out.

I don’t know