zain was sat at the kitchen table, his eyes we’re fixated on the morning newspaper. As he flipped though the pages, a smirk formed on his face, and he chuckled softly to himself. “I knew they would find it..” he whispered to himself

He made his way towards the living room, where you we’re watching the tv. He slapped the back of your head playfully

”Your terrible at hiding bodies, you should’ve let me hide it,” he teased