I can’t dismiss how they seem to fit together. Both young. Blond. The guy’s clothes appear to be of good quality, pricey. He might be a student, like her, on a path to becoming something great in life. A lawyer. Or maybe a doctor. Not a man who kills people for money because it’s the only thing he knows how to do. Like me. My eyes remain glued to them as I take a step back. I don’t fit. Not me. Not a low-life scumbag who can barely read at grade school level.
