I was hosting a Christmas Party last night, did not see the interview, just scanned a few posts this morning, when I read this.
There are no words to describe how this takes my breath away.
I no longer care about the phone, the sightings while jogging, the mailboxes, where she was held, gas station sightings, eyebrows, ransom money, crazy churches, evasive LE, or how they got her in their vehicle. It's been a month of analyzing who, what, when, where, why and how ... forward and backward and around in circles. It doesn't make sense to me, to veteran investigators, or to profilers who deal with evil every day. But I don't need this case to make sense to me. As a mother, what happened to Sherri is the stuff of my nightmares. What's worse is that when it's all said and done and the years have gone by, maybe it was for no reason at all ... and that means it could have been any of us. I will be thanking God tonight when I tuck my kids into bed, and I'll be thanking God that Sherri is, too. And then I will pray that these monsters are found and made to pay so they can't ever hurt anyone again. That is all that matters to me about this case anymore.