Have you ever seen a dead body? I feel like I’m not sure anymore
what Sarah saw, but I know my own experiences... I’ve personally seen a
crime scene after the fact. After the police came in and thought they got all
the evidence, and the body was gone. The dogs were gone, the drugs were
gone... There was hair on the floor in a few places, and shoes and
things, clothing - we picked out the last outfit she would wear and which pair
of chuck taylor shoes, books, self-help books...
And then one of us cleaning up, she found the broken murder
weapon. We couldn't, didn't know what to believe and didn't believe and even
the cops told us to “just throw it out, (they had)... everything,” thinking the
murder weapon was a tool from the fireplace, it wasn't. We threw it out and
within a few months it was confirmed by the killer himself. We had touched it,
tossed it into the trash.
I remember the tomatoes chopped on the counter and the big
knife... I remember a lot of little details. I wonder about the rookie cop who
answered the missing persons call and found her. Saw her body through the
sliding glass door and the dogs running around the yard. I've lost too many
friends at this point. Even years later the memory is like last week.
Like yesterday...
I wish Sarah would just
come home and face the truth, get some help and let us all move on in our
lives. We can’t forget, but can we forgive?
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