The photos jutted out from a file folder, and she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to see them since she wasn’t a part of the investigation. The edges of the pictures teased her, though. She knew exactly what they were—crime-scene photos. Her gaze fixated on them. A knot formed in her gut as the crime scenes came into focus. Horrific was the only word she could think of to describe the photos taken where lives had ended. It could have been her in those images. She would never take for granted how fortunate she was to have survived. While Brody chatted with another detective in the other room, she picked up a photo. There was no body in this picture, but instead the photo captured other elements of the scene. Razor blades. An egg timer. Blood. All the pictures were taken in what appeared to be an otherwise empty room. Madison picked up another picture and squinted as she looked at it. This one was taken of the floor and showed a solitary shoe. In the background was a bookshelf.
