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tiny space from their move into the home just 6 months ago. She knew she should spend the time unpacking them, but there really didn’t seem a point to any of it. After all, it was just her hanging out in here. Eventually, she would need the packed items and would grab them at that time. If for some reason she didn’t touch them in a year, then a thrift shop could make more use of the stuff.
    Grabbing her keys and a denim purse she reached for the door knob. She stopped for just a moment as she considered the fact someone was out there a few minutes ago. Peeking out of the door, she noticed a box waiting out front for her.
    Opening the door, she bent down and picked it up. It had a good weight to it, but no postage or shipping label. Instead, there was a perfectly written, For Kayla in what looked like red marker. Taking it inside, she began to consider all the possibilities on who it could be from.
    Setting it down on the counter top, she pulled out a steak knife and cut open the tape. A strange odor began to float out from the tiny brown box. Scrunching up her nose she gave it a confused look.
    Why does it smell like cooked meat? She wondered to herself.
    Pushing into the box she reached in and felt a coarse patch of fur or hair. Pulling her hands out, she stumbled backward. Looking around, she shook her head and controlled her breathing. Opening the lid all the way, she could make out what appeared to be melted flesh and bone. A note fell from the box.
    Looks like my lucky day. Now Aaron’s no longer in my way.
    Kayla could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and she fought back sobs in the back of her throat. She didn’t need to look in the box to know who was in there. She didn’t have to see much more to know in the box was Aaron’s skull. Curling into a ball, she struggled to breathe as her lungs fought for air.

Chapter Eight
    Marisela looked down at her cellphone and saw her friend Kayla was calling her. Chances are she was going to go into a long-winded rant about how her husband was on a drinking binge again, and how she was really going to leave him this time.
    Pushing the ignore button, she pushed deeper into the couch and hit the play button on her DVR. The chef on the screen was explaining how to make some fancy chicken dinner that would require a lot of prep work and more time in the oven than a TV dinner.
    If she had someone else to bother cooking for, there would be more of a chance of her actually putting a pan on the stove. Instead, she would go out and find a restaurant that offered a similar meal, or she’d settle for something that could be tossed in the microwave and be cooked before long. It wasn’t a glamorous or fancy way to eat, but she really despised cooking. Her mother claimed she’d never catch a man if she didn’t cook. But men like to cook too and she’d rather have someone else cook for her.
    Her phone started ringing again and seeing it was Kayla, she sighed and hit the answer button.
    “What did the asshole do this time?” Marisela sighed.
    “He’s dead Mari.” Kayla whimpered in the phone.  “He was burned to death. The police have to compare dental records. But I know it’s him.”
    “Let’s not jump the gun, Kayla.” Marisela replied, ignoring the pet name that made her cringe.
    “There was a note. It said ‘Looks like my lucky day. Now he’s no longer in the way.’ Who would send that to me?” Kayla began to sob uncontrollably on the phone.
    “Someone sent you a note after the police found the body?” Marisela questioned. “That is really creepy.”
    “No it was in the box with his head.” Kayla whispered. “It was so scary, Marisela. I don’t even want to be alone right now. Do you think I can come over?”
    “Sure.” Marisela replied. “Maybe we can go out for some barbeque or something.”
    “What a horrible thing to say.” Kayla cried. “Why would you say that?”
    Marisela cringed in terror. The thought was spoken without even