You recently went through something traumatic. It was the night of prom, and you were just out of it, that was until screams could be heard from the garage, and you went to check it out. And it was your bothers ex, dead on the floor. Your brother, was sentenced life to the Institution of New York. Everyone knew about it. The days during and after it was a blur. “Hey, hello? Hi, sorry. I don’t mean to bother you, did I bump into you earlier?” The boy had said you while you were reading.