my ex-husband found it. We were searching- I was searching a different part of the woods- he said he found it...he says it was on the ground. It was so pale and small. They didn't want me to see it but in the end I got my way. I deserve to see...
they sent it to Seattle for testing. I got the results back today. It's hers. It's Meg's finger. The bastard cut off my daughter's finger. My daughter. He hurt her.
My ex thinks she's dead. He's wrong, he's so wrong, he's so wrong. He has to be. Moron. Losing her finger wouldn't kill her. Not even with blood loss. She's not dead. She's not. She's not.
I haven't told Annie. She's been having more nightmares. Told me that the faceless man was in our room last night. How do you tell your daughter that her sister's lost a finger? How do you tell your daughter that her sister's been missing for weeks?
Meg, baby, darling...god dammit. I'll kill him. what he did to her. What he did to her. I'll cut his balls off. I'll cut off his fingers I'll tear out his tongue. I'll break all his bones. That bastard is going to pay.
He'll pay and pay and pay.
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