Confused, Madeline went to the bathroom without hesitation.

The main difference between it and the living room was the gush of resentful energy that seemed to fester inside.

Walking in, she was baffled by the scene that met her eyes.

“Look at this, Linnie. These are all pictures and information on you and me.”

Jeremy walked toward the wall and took the image of Madeline. Her face was marked by a red pen and her portrait was marred by a sharp object. His brows furrowed and he felt uneasy.