What the Freezer Kept
My name is Evelyn, and I died at twenty-two. To seal a Mafia alliance, my parents forced me to take the place of their favored adopted daughter, Scarlett, marrying me off in her stead. My husband was the most volatile Mafia heir in Chicago.
Beaten bloody and on the verge of death, I made my eighth call for help.
At her birthday party, my adopted sister, Scarlett, played the voicemail of my final, desperate plea for everyone to hear—and then she laughed.
Listening to my desperate cries, my parents’ faces showed only impatience. To them, my pleas were just lies—annoying harassment.
My brother, Cole, roared over the phone, "Then just fucking die!"
And so, I did.
The final act of this tragedy was a call from my three-year-old daughter—a video call to my mother from her Disney smartwatch, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head was kept.
Now, from beyond the grave, my soul watches as they begin to break, one by one.