I was only 6 years old when this happened but I remember walking up Potomac Avenue, holding my mother's hand the day they found Catherine... if memory serves, it was sprinkling and my feet kept slipping out of my sandals. That was the first time in my young life that I ever felt truly unsafe. I...
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