I came out of the shower, and my husband told me to sit on the bed. He had something to tell me, and in my heart, somehow, I knew before he spoke. He said he just saw on the news she was murdered. It still hurts so much to even think about. He pulled behind her as she was leaving for work, got out of the car, and went to the front of her car and shot her in the forehead and heart. Then the coward killed himself.
She was my son’s first babysitter. All her relationships were abusive. I tried to help, but she tried to save these broken men. Anne, I love you.