I was petrified. The monument standing before me stood tall, light bouncing off its white marble exterior – only blemished by a scarlet trail leading to the inert body. People started gathering around the scene, realizing what just happened. Who could have done such a horrible thing? I felt overwhelmed and weak at the knees. The vibration of my phone brought me out of my stupor: Laura had just texted me, asking me why I was late to our meeting.