"How am I supposed to know what it contains when I haven't even opened it?" Fiona yelled at her daughter, glaring daggers into her soul.

"Uhh, sorry," Finn apologized but there was no sincerity in it.

"Hmph!" Her mother harrumphed as she held the tip of the white stained envelope in the package. As slow as a snail, she took it out of the box, still holding the tip with disgust. It took Finn a lot of self restraint to hold in the churning of her stomach. The stench of blood filled the air, making one have the feeling to throw up profusely.

Fiona had no choice but to hold...