Sensing his colleague’s frustration, Zac sighed and patted his shoulder. "Look, it's been a while now. What happened to your father... wasn't Samara’s fault. She's a victim too here."
With that, he opened the box, revealing a transparent jar inside.
A collective gasp filled the room as everyone saw something inside the jar. My husband's hand went slack and the jar tumbled from his grasp, shattering on the floor. Inside was… a perfectly formed fetus preserved in formalin.
But what truly sent shivers down everyone's spine was the disturbing, almost eerie, smile stretched across its tiny face. Even crashing to the floor, the fetus remained eerily still. It even bounced a little on impact.
A forensic doctor reacted swiftly, securing the tiny body in an evidence bag. One look was all it took for them to form a conclusion. "Fake," he declared.
Jayden's face burned red with fury. "This is just another one of her crazy tricks to get my attention!" he roared, accusing me after hearing just a single word.
But I had never sent that.
The officers were clearly shocked by the gruesome display and remained silent. Perhaps, they too thought it was a prank gone too far by me.