MIRA

An envelope is sent to the house. My heart thumps faster at the sight of the pictures. I scream at the sight of Nora’s pictures that’s inside the envelope. My chest goes tight and I begin to lose breath. My trembling hands manage to hold some firm, the others scatter on the floor like leaves in the wind.

There are up to seven. In some, she’s blindfolded, others her hands are tied and her lips are bloodied and dry. Her skin is pale, and her hair has white particles on them. ...