By this time on Boxing Day (Dec. 26th) eleven years ago, poor JBR was lying on a cold slab in a morgue- having made the trip ALONE after her parents left her dead under the Christmas Tree where just the day before she had opened her presents in her pink pajamas. There were probably still gifts under the tree, scattered wrapping paper and bows. The Rs left an unspeakable "gift" - for themselves. The only "witness" to the horrible events of that night was now forever silent, and no justice in sight yet- no prosecutor with the guts or brains to bring this case to trial.
She does have people like us to keep the flame lit- maybe one day it'll shine enough light to tell the world what really happened.
She does have people like us to keep the flame lit- maybe one day it'll shine enough light to tell the world what really happened.