I feel my throat closing with each word that I read. I am unraveling at the seams. I wish I could stop now, I don’t want to finish the message that I know I can’t unsee. But it has already begun, and ignoring it won’t change.

So with my stomach in knots, I involuntarily let my eyes continue the torturous journey through your crime. You are a killer now, the me before this moment is dead.