Perfect. It was all set. Soon, school would be letting out for the Christmas holiday and then, then Chantoya Jackson would be his. Quickly, he unpacked the rest of the box, making sure each glass container was in no way damaged. His dwelling, which had been a destructive mess once he had lost visual in her apartment, was once again clean and organized. Twelve tubes were ultimately in the box and soon they were in a safe and temperature-controlled environment. He smiled as he cut down the box and placed it in the recycling bin. Moving toward a table full of photos, he looked at the striking cabin in each of them. “Perfect,” he muttered to the room. “This is just perfect.” Dark eyes were almost gentle as his mind formed an image of Chantoya being exceedingly happy with him and their numerous children. Gathering up the photos, he walked to the shredder and put each of them through the crosscutting teeth. The face lost the gentle expression as he nodded. “All is ready for us, sweetheart.
