The door bell rang pulling Jackie out of her reverie. She panted heavily, her knuckles turning white as she clenched hard unto the fork, fighting so hard to quench her thirst to kill her. Now wasn't the time.

The door bell rang again and Jackie rushed to answer it before anyone else could. She came back seconds later with a bouquet of one of the finest roses from the best flower shop in the city. Her face held even more anger than before.

"Riri, these are for you, from your ...