On August 18, 2011, my son William was murdered. He was 22. My life has forever changed. His friend picked him up because he had gotten into a fight over some girl at a bar. I don’t know why he picked him up, but he did. As they were leaving the bar, Victor Padiila — this is the person who was fighting with William’s friend — started shooting. As they were leaving, one shot went into the trunk and backseat, killing my son. The bullet hit his main artery. The worst part: his friend fled the scene. My son bled to death. There was no justice. This person got away with it. The system let me down. It was a mess. Susan Reed made a mess of it and called it self-defense. I have left it in God’s hands. He will take care of it. RIP my sweet Angel