The Milk Carton
Hunter saw the milk carton that the nervous girl had picked up and put back on the shelf – it was jutting out among the other cartons, so it looked out of place.
She’d also turned the carton around, so Hunter could clearly see the photo on its side. It was a black and white photo of a young girl – no older than three. And It was the same photo she had just slipped into his hand. There was something about the girl’s eyes staring back at him that turned his blood to ice.