Your hand shook so hard the blade nearly slipped. Still, you forced yourself to keep going. Another cut. Then another, widening the slit. The foam inside looked slightly discolored around one pocket near the corner, dampened once and dried wrong. You pulled it apart with both hands, breathing through your sleeve.
Then you saw the plastic.
A large industrial bag, tightly wrapped and shoved deep into a cavity carved out of the foam.
Your knees weakened so fast you had to sit down on the floor.
For three whole seconds you just stared.
Every stupid explanation died there. No forgotten gym clothes. No mold patch. No spilled takeout container. Someone had hidden something inside your mattress. Not under it. Not near it. Inside it.
And Miguel had known.
You reached for the bag with numb fingers.
It was slick with condensation and speckled on one side with blackish spots of mildew. Taped shut. Heavy. When you shifted it, something inside thudded dully against itself.
Your first thought was money.
Your second thought was drugs.
Your third thought, unwanted and instant, was body parts.
By the time you peeled back the first strip of tape, you were crying without realizing it.
The bag opened with a wet, sticky sound.
Inside were clothes.
Women’s clothes.
You recoiled so hard you nearly hit the nightstand.
A silk blouse, once ivory, now yellowed and stiff in places. A cardigan with pearl buttons. Dark slacks. A pair of flats. Under them, wrapped in another layer of plastic, a leather purse with water damage around the edges. And beneath the purse, what looked like a stack of papers tied with a faded blue ribbon.
The horror changed shape.
It did not get smaller. It just became more human.
You reached for the purse first, because it was closest and because your mind was already scrambling toward explanations it could survive. Maybe an old storage bag. Maybe estate things. Maybe he’d hidden keepsakes for some twisted sentimental reason. Maybe it was disgusting and terrible and still not criminal.
Your fingers trembled as you unzipped it.
Inside was a wallet.
Inside the wallet was an Arizona driver’s license.Generated image
