I exited my Instagram and received a rare message from Isaac asking me, [When are you coming to pick up your things?]
I didn't reply.
Isaac then sent a photo.
In the photo, Alma, wearing my pajamas, sat on my vanity, fiddling with my things.
My temper flared up from this perceived intrusion and before I could unleash a torrent of abuse, Isaac messaged again, [Anna, don't think you can make me back down with this trick.]
[Since you don't want to be together, I suppose there are some things you don't really care about.]
Isaac sent a video.
My heart tightened.
I instinctively clicked on it and there it was.
Alma had locked my puppy, whom I'd raised for three years, in a cage and poured boiling water over it.
The puppy yelped in agony.
Alma laughed and said, “Serves you right, you stinky dog. That’s your karma!”
The puppy's pitiful howls pierced my heart.
Sitting in the car, I kept yelling at the driver to drive faster and telling Isaac, [If you dare hurt my dog, I will never let you get away with this!]
Isaac didn't respond.