Victor swiped the bag from the table hurriedly, but she had already imagined what it could be. The taste of bile was strong. Crawling up her throat, she had to turn away in order to suppress it, willing herself to keep it down.

“That sick b*stard masked the scent!” Victor yelled out angrily, fist hitting the counter. He turned to her after a breath, “Give me a minute, ok?”

She nodded in response, watching as he pulled out his phone and entered his bedroom with a slam of ...