PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M)
And that wasn't all, there was more.
A cheap burner phone, black and scratched, taped shut so it wouldn’t turn on by accident. A small notebook with phone numbers written in Kai’s neat handwriting but no names beside them. A silver money clip stuffed with cash in three different currencies. And tucked in the very back, a Polaroid of a younger Kai: shirtless, smiling, a fresh, raw feather carved into his chest, blood still beading along the lines while a white-haired man in a pristine suit pressed a kiss to his temple.
My breath stopped.