To be perfectly honest, Lexi didn't really want to take on the story about the man with the gun. There was far too much violence already in the world and she didn't want a part of it. Far too much darkness. Everyone had their own demons following them through life until the day they die, even hanging around after death to further taint their legacy.
Demons did that, she knew. Just when you thought your problems had left you, they would revisit in some form. A comment from a friend. A trigger in the news. A dream, inescapable. Sustained by what? Why do some memories fade while others remain, attaining the same painful acuity the possessed at inception?
No, Lexi had enough of her own demons that she had blissfully learned to keep locked away. She felt no need to start digging into other people's dark pasts, and no compunctions at her instincts to simply leave well enough alone.
Yes, that's what she would do. Leave well enough alone.
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