"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
“I came in and told my mother, there is a bag with bloody clothes, I’m gonna call the cops, it doesn’t look right. She came outside to look at it and she said to just leave it.”
