Some things never changed. "Sorry," he said. "I'll try to remember." And it was fucked up, no other way to describe it. She'd understand before he was through. He hoped.
Colin winced at the sudden bright light, even though his eyes quickly adjusted. For a moment, he couldn't help but think Becky might look worse than he did. But then, it might be the lighting too.
As for the beginning, well, that was one of the hardest parts. Okay, he needed to sit down for this. He settled down into a chair, a good distance away. He was careful not to touch it with his hands. The last thing he needed was to have a bad vision and scare her half to death.
This was going to take awhile and if she threw him out before he was half done, he wouldn't blame her.
Scrubbing his hands down his face, he heaved out a long useless breath and started. "After I called you guys to tell you-" Okay, this was already hard and awkward. '-yeah. I went out for a smoke before I started back home. I started like demanding to God why he'd let-" Another deep, useless breath. "Why Robbie had to die. I didn't realize I wasn't alone. This old dude grabbed me and told me he could show me the answers. Then he turned me."