My fiancé called off our engagement and gave me no real reason. A few days later, I heard a knock at the door. I was sure it was him, coming to apologize. But when I opened the door, a police officer stood there instead. He was holding a large manila envelope with my name written across the front in black marker.
He asked if I was Salma Nouri. I nodded, confused and already sweating. My heart thudded against my ribs. The officer handed me the envelope and said, “This was left anonymously at the station. It’s… unusual. We thought you should have it.”
I stood there with the envelope in my hands, barely remembering to thank him. I watched him walk down the hallway of my apartment complex, then slowly shut the door behind me. I sat on the couch, turned the envelope over twice, then finally peeled it open.
Inside were ten photographs…
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