When I walked into Adams kitchen something was different than before. When I got there, dirty dishes pocked every surface, amidst trash and leftovers and various junk, but it was all gone. I looked up and noticed his girlfriend in the room, and just like that he started hitting her. For no reason at all. She was screaming, and then I noticed it. The one thing on any surface in the whole kitchen. A butcher knife. Next to me. He hit her again. And I flashed back to when he became the first person to say he respected me, and it all came together. This was a suicide. I wasn’t gonna be part of it. I’m not proud of leaving that girl but I turned and left, told the neighbor outside to call the cops, and flagged down a squad-car myself. If I’d have touched that knife, I’d have killed him. From what I understand he had a huge turnaround after that, but I wanna bring up how bad it looks to leave the girl, and I get that, but this would have been like their 100th violent incident and she keeps going back to him, and there’s a point when you have to butt out and let the universe be as messed up as it is.