LAMONT AND McGeary both turned to me, their eyes asking if I was crazy. You want to watch her being murdered a second time? No, I didn't. Not a chance. Watching it the first time made me so nauseous I thought I'd throw up right there on the floor.
Lamont and McGeary looked at me with disbelief, questioning my sanity for wanting to witness a traumatic event again. They couldn’t understand why I would choose to relive such a horrifying experience. Their expressions showed they thought I was making a reckless and unbearable choice.
My own feelings were clear; the memory of seeing her murdered once was enough to make me feel sick. The mere thought of watching it a second time was impossible—I found the experience so distressing that I was overwhelmed with nausea, nearly losing my stomach from the recollection.
