I’d already visited nearly every hospital I could and what little savings I had were almost gone and my parents never once offered to help.
When I walked in with two pounds and four ounces of meat, my mother, who had been planning to cook, put down the pan and prepared to leave.
“Kaylee, you’re back just in time. You cook the meal, because I’m going to visit the neighbors. Emma upstairs invited me over to take a look at the new clothes she bought.”
Bang!
Slamming the door, my mother walked out without looking back.
The room echoed with my younger brother’s intense cursing as he played video games, while my father was busy with his fossil research in the study. Everyone in the family was indifferent and even extremely cold for an unknown reason to me.
My nose stung and I was about to cry, when the overwhelming stench hit me again. It was so strong I nearly passed out.
I forced back the tears, took the meat and walked into the kitchen.
Just then, I heard a noise from an empty cupboard in the southeast corner of the kitchen. An unfamiliar foul stench that was worse than anything I had smelled before leaked from it and the cupboard was locked tightly with a padlock.
What's inside the cabinet?