"It happened so quickly," Adam sobbed into his palms. "One minute they were there, the next,gone."
"How did that feel Adam?" a man, half in shadow asked from a wingback chair on the other side of the room.
"At the time," Adam's voice broke, "like nothing. I felt nothing. The drugs were so strong; my mind was foggy. I'm not even sure it really happened."
"What do you mean? Tell me about that."
Adam drug his palms over his eyes and rub them vigorously as if rubbing the images from his eyes would erase them from his history.
"I – well," he gulped before continuing, "my head was so full of the drugs, what I think happened that night might not be reliable. When I think back, I remember...
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