I finished reading my mother’s letter with a strange mixture of emotions in my chest, the calm I got over the years, was gone by the time I read the last word. My mother had dared to destroy my life a second time.

My anger was such that I preferred to ignore the box completely; I prepared dinner and then went to sleep. The night felt long, I spent time thinking about what happened, trying to understand what was happening. With my eyes fixed on the ceiling I saw the sun begin to enter through the window. With a sigh I got out of bed and took a shower to try to remove the tiredness from my body.

After a long shower, I got dressed, took my things and headed to a coffee shop hoping to forget yesterday’s business. I arrived at a rustic place, with few people and a quite private space in which I settled. I ordered food and I arranged to take classes. Due to fatigue I decided to record my classes in case I fell asleep. In the end, I did not sleep, but the videos were of help, I had to see the classes several times to be able to answer my works.

I kept my things, when the doorbell rang, followed by a familiar voice that left me frozen, Aaron Walker was there. Without looking away from my table I heard as he and his friends settled in the place after mine.

The waitress approached to take their order, making the voice of one of the blond’s friends resonate around the place. I took advantage of that moment and got up to leave the place, however, I bumped into someone bouncing back to the seat. I looked up to apologize when I saw Aaron standing in front of me.

After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, I saw Aaron’s lips open, I took up momentum and set him on his way, leaving quickly from that place. I ran home and once inside, I calmed down. Seeing the blond had brought back the scenes of that day causing my discomfort and discomfort to appear again.

I took a glass of water to calm down and decided to see the rest of the package sent by my mother to distract my mind.

I flipped the dining room table a couple of times before standing in front of the package. Let my thoughts take a couple more turns before deciding how to remove the content. In the end I chose to take everything out at once to avoid regret halfway.

I took three slow breaths, placed my hands on either side of the box and knocked it over the table. Lift the box slowly and let its contents scatter across the table. A lot of photos, documents, clothes, newspapers and a small velvety blue box stood out in front of me.

I started by browsing the photos. Most of them were dark, with shadows in strange places; little by little each one of them was showing clearer scenes, showing blood, knives, close, bodies; though none of that alarmed me enough until we reached the last where my mother and I appeared with a rope drawn around our necks and stained with a foul aroma. Guided by curiosity I kept smelling until I found out what it was, shortly after I realized that the stains in that photo, were of semen; I dropped the photo with resounding disgust and went to the bathroom to vomit,

Once my stomach was empty, I returned to the dining room, determined to continue digging into the contents of that box. Set aside the photos without picking up that filth from the floor; take the newspapers and a shower of articles about murders, rapes, kidnappings and other atrocities step in front of me, ending with a note about a dead cop.

The latter reminded me of my mother’s words and without thinking I took the other documents. The information of the police case was there. Mention was made of the state of the body when it was found, traces of torture found; likewise, mention was made of the cases he supported before his death, among which, highlighted with a marker was one with my mother’s name. It explained how the officer was part of the group that helped her escape and relocate her.

At the end was a red note in which it was specified that the officer’s ring finger had not been found at the scene. Then, the blue box, I dropped the papers on the table and jumped on the box. I prayed with all my being that the idea inside my head was wrong.

I opened the box and quickly a slight scent of rot filled my nose. Once I opened it completely, I saw it, a male ring finger, with the skin starting to fall off on my finger, with some worms on it and accompanied by a small note that said: "My love, I am close to finding you, and once I do, you will wish you never left me".