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Miles held the knife. Why was there blood on it? He hadn't used it to cut any meat. Maybe Phoenix had. "Phoenix, dear, can you come over here for a minute?"
Phoenix walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, Miles, Did you need something?"
The prosecutor turned around. "Why is there blood on this knife?" Phoenix looked down a bit. If he was only cutting meat, why did he look guilty? Unless Phoenix wasn't cutting meat. "Phoenix, angel, is there something you want to say?"
The man in question looked up at him. "I have a self-harm problem." Miles hugged him.