I may have told this story here somewhere...
When I was 5, my teacher had just moved here from England and her hubby was still living in England and moved here a year later to join her.
So while waiting for her hubby to move to Nova Scotia, she lived with my family. She was very young, very, very kind, sweet, lovely woman. Her hubby was just as wonderful. They were good friends of my parents.
They bought their own house and had two kids, a dog - perfect family.
The 18 year old son got caught up with drugs and wanted their insurance money so he shot them, stepped over their bodies and took a shower then left.
It was the worse experience of my life. The poor daughter was left at the age of 17 without a mom or dad and her brother was in jail for killing them. Her extended family lived in Englad.
I always was horrified that someone who grew up with such a loving family could turn into such a monster. They lived with us a year and I know it wasn't anything they did to provoke him.
In loving memory to Anne and Philip Thorton - Rest in Peace :blowkiss: