It burns into my body like a cigarette burn, enough to scar, but always a constant reminder. The day I found out that my daughter’s life was taken, a life that was still so young and full of life. After that day, she became a statistic, a victim, a planned act of tragedy. I remember hearing a squish sound against my right ear, and it was the sound of carpet mixed with blood going into my ear. There is absolutely nothing that the defendant can ever do to earn my forgiveness.

Source: New York Times December 09, 2023 02:52 UTC