The hair ribbon was like a beacon every time she glanced at the cabinet. Once she’d understood its importance and origin, she couldn’t look at it without feeling dread coil in her gut. It’d taken some time to work up the courage to eventually stray closer and closer to the cabinet doors and peer in at the other items scattered in that heap, to differentiate them from one another, because there were so many. From afar they made up a tangle of strange shapes and colors, but the closer she got, all she could think of was how there was a dead body somehow attached to its corresponding item.