They're clutching the book tightly in their hands, knuckles white against their grey-tinged skin. They don't like to remember that night; they're trying to deny that it counts as trauma, and trying to avoid the sense of guilt and shame associated with it. But they suppose it was bound to come up eventually; they were a fixture in the community and then they vanished.
"I knew it was bad, but I didn't think..." They trail off.