Close Calls
not the way you expect to run into your ex-wife again667 Roosevelt Drive. The door was ajar when Michaela got home, and she felt her heart stop. Slowly putting her keys into her fist as a kind of makeshift weapon, she slowly made her way into the house, where she heard the sounds of slurping and moaning. It was coming from the kitchen. Once she got inside she was not prepared for what she saw on the floor, eating raw meat there on the tile so messily that her chin was stain...
