I had a daughter once. Just one. Her boyfriend came up from behind her, shoved a pistol in her mouth and pulled the trigger to make it look like a suicide. Dragged her through the rain into the woods to try and hide her while she was still alive. Two hundred words isn’t even close to enough space to share how crooked the police were and the depths of the cover-up or botched crime scene. So I will leave a vague outline of her mishaps.