KRISTEN

Edith's place was in a greater mess than I envisaged.

When she said her house was raided, I was expecting the normal things, little did I know that the entire place was ransacked and looted.

All her couches were slit open (They probably thought she hid valuables there).

Her room was no different.

"This is bad," I stated for the umpteenth time since I got here. "What the fuck were they looking for?"

Edith, who was covered by a black woolly robe that ...