On December 28, 2016, at exactly midnight, my daughter’s ex-boyfriend broke into our apartment. He ran up our stairs and called me by name, and he shot me in the face. I passed out; while I was unconscious, my 16-year-old granddaughter, Rebecca, hid her little sister in a pile of blankets. Then she went out into my daughter’s (her mom’s) room, where my daughter hid a knife. She went after him, trying to get him out the house. She stabbed him twice, but he was stronger than she was. He killed her with no remorse. I don’t remember much after that.