Rebirth Into My Second Chance

But now, what he's doing is beyond my comprehension. I can't see through him anymore.

This afternoon, Max didn't even let me catch a break. He called me up and ordered me to get down to the basement and ride with him to the police station's forensic department.

I obediently climbed into the passenger seat of his car. He was silent the whole ride, only handing me a set of tools and saying, "Make sure you protect yourself well. Don't get hurt."

I knew that participating in an autopsy, especially one for the police, required extra caution. Any mistake could be fatal.

But hearing it from Max made it feel different.

"Thanks."

I noticed he had doubled the usual amount of latex gloves in the toolkit for me.

Soon, we reached the police station. As we entered the morgue, a chill crept up from my feet. The sight of bodies covered in white sheets made me look around, wondering if there were souls watching us, souls as defiant as mine. What could her story be?

"Don't space out."

Max's cold reminder snapped me out of it, and I continued to pass him tools.

He did most of the work himself, having me just take notes and hand him what he needed.

"Give these notes to Ronald."

washed his hands repeatedly. It seemed he was even more of a clean

"Don't call me

only call you because

"Out."

being killed and then burned to a crisp. It's

"I managed to

God! Everyone said it was impossible, that there'd be no evidence left after

he was

then turned to hug me, but Max's cough stopped him

jealous? He didn't want Ronald hugging

Collins, everything's

"I knew we could

"Let's not have a next time. Let's

I quickly followed, unable to resist looking back at the charred body one last time. That time, Max was also ordered to examine me

en

The methods were too similar to

person behind Kate be

my spine, spreading fear

up, it's

but

heard