There is absolutely no way in the world to ever get used to stories like this. It was bad enough before I
was a father, but now…the thought of something like this befalling my wife and daughter is bone chilling. You hear about these homicide detectives with 30 years in who’re able to chomp on warm pastries at even the most gruesome crime scenes, but I don’t know if I buy it.
Here today, gone tomorrow. What kind of dark, dessicated, crippled heart is it that enables a man to bludgeon a four-year-old girl with a hammer and then cut her throat with a box cutter?
Looking at this family photo just breaks my heart. So much light and beauty and promise needlessly — brutally — destroyed. I’m immensely curious to see what this perp looks like.