Psycho Stalker

After walking for hours, Rose picked up the envelope and tore it off, she was standing in the middle of her room when Rose saw the photographs, they slipped from her trembling fingers, scattering across the floor like fallen leaves. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening with a crushing wave of pain and grief. Her vision blurred, and dizziness threatened to pull her under as she staggered backward, her knees nearly giving way beneath her. The weight of the images she had just witnessed was too much to bear.