"The whispers told me that I had to extract him from my life to find closure," I explained calmly. "They promised that I would find my peace in pieces."
"Where can I find him, madam?" the detective asked.
"You can find his eyes on Old Mill street where he first saw me, his hands on Park Avenue outside the diner where he proposed, and his heart, mangled and bloodied, on the altar where we were wed."
The detective blanched for a moment before continuing, "And the rest of his body, madam?"
I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. "You can find the rest of him on 2nd street. I left his disfigured corpse on the porch of his mistress--just a little gift from me to her."