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I picked up the phone and sent a text to Jake, asking him to have either Greg or Trevor call me because I had a question about something from today. A few moments after I sent it, he replied with a simple letterK.
I was just getting ready to put the food on plates when my phone rang, and my mother spoke up. “Um, I’m not sure what’s in your box, but it looks like it’s bleeding.”
I glanced at the counter and saw the cardboard was dark. As I lifted the phone to my ear, I noticed that there was liquid oozing out from under the box.
“Hello?” I said absently.
“Maggie, it’s Trevor. Jake said that you had a question.”
“Um, Trevor, can you please call Greg and tell him that I need him to come over? I think it’s an emergency.”
“Are you alright?” Trevor asked, sounding immediately concerned.
“I am, I think.”
“What’s going on?”
“I had a package delivered a little while ago—and it’s bleeding.”
“What?”
I explained to him what had happened, and then what the box looked like. “Maggie, don’t touch it. I’ll call Greg. We’ll be over in a little while.”
“You don’t both need to come. Maybe just one of you can check this out? Or do you think I should call the police?”
“No, let's see what it is before we get the police involved.”
“Okay,” I told him and hung up directly after. I backed away from the offending box as if it were poison, and turned quickly for the sink. I scrubbed my hands like I was about to go into surgery. What the hell was in the box?
“Who is coming over?”
“Um, friends of mine,” I told her absently and wished that she wasn’t here. I didn’t know how this was going to go over. Usually, when she was in this state, I didn’t have visitors come to the house because it confused her more. I didn’t think I had a choice tonight, though.
I fixed our plates and brought them to the table. While we ate, the two of us kept glancing at the box.
“Do you think it is blood?”
“I have no idea, Mom.”
“Maybe we should open it.”
“I think we should wait until Greg and Trevor get here.”
“Those are your friends? Do I know them?”
“Yes, they are my friends. You know Greg, but not Trevor.”
“And how do you know them?”
“Because they work for a company that I want to work for.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a reporter.”
“Like a news reporter?”
“Yes.”
