Amy couldn't understand what had happened? She didn't think anyone would. All she could hear was the sound of her heavy breathing masking over the sounds of footsteps and endless chatter around her. All she could think was, how?
"Amy Foster, my name is Connor Wolff. I know it's not the best time but I need you to answer a few questions for me."
Amy's sixteen-year-old mind couldn't piece together what happened between the moment she walked into the house to the moment the police arrived.
She remembered walking home from a friend's house. The door was slightly opened and... there was... blood everywhere. So much blood. So... Much... Blood.