There's been another murder, quite close. There was one a few years back as well. This one isn't that close, and it's quite a long walk, but it's walking distance.
I wonder about the people left behind, the people who have to always remember that they have lost a loved one in a dreadful way. I wonder what sort of person kills another and what their family think and how they will cope.
I feel like pulling bear close, closing the curtains and hiding away.
Tomorrow I will be looking for the bright side and finding the jokes, but it feels a little hollow now.