What does he mean I can’t handle it? I look at him for a second.
“Anything you can handle, I can handle.” I tell him as I turn the page. I see
the ripped out organs. The organs were not cut out they were ripped out. Daniel
didn’t just kill Percy he butchered him. I look at all the different organs
ripped apart. When I get through all the
pictures I realize something. “Where is the picture of his body?” I ask my
parents. My mother hands me a letter, this does not answer my question at all.
I open the letter and instantly I recognize the hand writing.
The letter read as followed. “Dear Dad, See as you want nothing to do with your
first born son I have taken your baby boy. I decided he was going to be the
first to go. If you wish to bury him in peace you will give me Grace. You will
put her in the play room for me. If you do not comply you will never find where
I hid the rest of Percy. So make sure to choose wisely. Also if you choose not
to give Grace to me just know it is only a matter of time before I get her on
my own. Love your first born.” I finish reading and look at Grace.
“They didn’t give me up.” Grace says to me with a smile. “I can see that.” I
say with a smile back. Grace laughs and we both just look at each other. “He
did keep good on his word and went after Grace.” My mother says ruining the
nice moment I was having with Grace. I turn to look at my mother. “Did you
think he wouldn’t? Is this it, this is all he sent?” I ask her. “How did you
know?” My dad asked. “Know what?” I ask him. “How did you know he sent pictures
with the letter?” My dad asks me like I am some kind of palm reader. “I didn’t
know that. I just know Daniel and he wouldn’t just send a letter. He goes
big. Where is the picture?” I ask. My dad looks at my mother and
gives her a nod. She lifts her leg and pulls out the picture and hands it to
me.
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