GRACE
The five minutes deep breathing and trying to steel my emotions outside the door to James’ apartment does s**t to prepare me for what I’m about to see. When I walk inside, I’m right back to the day I found him, and I haven’t even reached the bathroom yet.
I literally shake myself off, cranking my neck from side to side, before treading cautiously to the bathroom. My eyes close as I round the corner, silently hoping Max has already been here and forgotten to tell me.
He hasn’t.
The stagnant water, coloured with James’ blood, still fills the bathtub. The towels Tom used to dry him off, again stained with blood, remain on the floor where he left them. Pieces of fried chicken and shrivelled fries litter the tiles and as far as I can see, only the empty pill bottles are missing, pre
