I open the folder on my lap once more. Seeing the beautiful families and then their bloody counterpart photos made what I had to do a little easier but it still wasn't enough to make me feel any less guilty. I can hear Max in the background giving me more details about this monstrous killer but he starts to sound like background noise that's being overtaken by the ringing in my ears. I shut the folder once more then turned back to Max.
"Let's get this over with." I stand, tossing the folder down on the coffee table. He walks over to me handing me the drink he poured himself. I stare at the glass for a second still uneasy taking a glass I didn't pour myself, he takes a sip showing me it's fine before handing it to me. I take the glass and drink it all at once, feeling only a bit better I g
