People talked in low tones unfazed by my presence as my eyes shifted around the dimly lit room. I repositioned myself on the tiny stool in the center of the makeshift stage, hoping by the end of the night I would find some type of closure in the situation I had fallen into. My calloused fingertips grazed the strings of the martin guitar held tightly to my chest and finally my lips parted to speak.

"My boyfriend's name was Noah Gains." I let out a calming breath, my eyes turning to look down at the floor below my feet. "Two years ago he shot and killed six people..."

"This was his song."