Tyler searched his refrigerator. There wasn’t much left in there—he hadn’t been shopping since Brooke walked out on him last month. Tyler squatted to get a better look at the top shelf, normally out of sight. Sure enough, way in the back there was a plate of something.
Tyler pulled out some meat he’d taken out to defrost right before the breakup. The dark pool of blood on the plate was starting to smell.
Tyler had been numb since Brooke’s departure, but now it felt like his love lay bleeding on a plate, disguised as a package of spoiled hamburger.