Chapter 18: Another Nameless Parcel

I freeze on my spot near the couch. Feeling panicky, I try to tear the parcel out of his grip, but he withdraws his hand, curiously going over the details on the box.

“Why would anyone send a nameless parcel with no return address?” Denzel gazes at the box like it's a mystery that calls to be solved.

“I have no idea.”

I try to appear as cool and aloof as best as I can. It’s terrifying to imagine what could be inside the box this time, but it’s more worrying to let Denzel find out about it.

My heart is ready to explode out of my broken ribs and my nerves are on edge. I need that parcel in my hand like a drug addict who needs a dose of his favourite cocaine to calm down.

But instead of just handing over the parcel like a decent man, Denzel proceeds to make my nightmare come to life when he successfully tears off the tape on the box.

Not being able to hold back anymore, I sprint and knock the brown box out of his hand. The parcel flies off and lands in front of the door.

I remain