One fateful Sunday in January, my older sister came to visit me and to see her newborn nephew. And because she was with us, she wasn't home when a murderer came looking for her.
When I think about that day, that horrible horrible day, what strikes me the deepest is how if things had gone just a little bit differently my sister would be dead. Or a little more differently and no one would be dead.
I really believe that my son saved my sisters life.
I wish that someone could have saved Jamie's too.