She heard the man long before he spoke. His thoughts were jittery, anxious, especially when he happened upon the bloodstain. Normally, she would have felt compassion for him, no stranger to trauma herself. But lately, she'd found it more and more difficult to tap into her empathy for others. At least she still made the attempt, she told herself that that was enough for now.
Her pace slowed to a stop when he spoke. She glanced over her shoulder and then turned to face him, waiting.