Chapter 7

The residence transformed into a scene of pandemonium as I hurled everything within reach onto the ground. I then unscrewed the lids and emptied several large containers of water throughout the house.

The odor was sickening, reminiscent of a blend of sick and decomposing food.

At last, Cameron's pristine, gleaming visage was tarnished by the foul liquid. It brought me a sense of satisfaction.

I ascended the staircase to that particular room, intent on locating the container housing the tiny finger bone.

That year, law enforcement reported that Bruce's remains were never recovered. Subsequently, they claimed to have found only a single arm at the location. Thus, on the day of the incineration, solely that arm was present. When the arm emerged from the crematorium, the majority had turned to a handful of ash, save for a small fragment resembling a knuckle.

I had secreted it away when no one was observing.