This is just a devastating crime, on so many levels.
JMO, it's beyond sobering to realize how easily someone can become prey, especially women and children. It feels cruelly unjust to me, our vulnerability to predators. Murders like this one - to be targeted, selected and killed in the environs of your home base - how can any one of us ever really guard against such a possibility? Why should we have to?
And yes, The Gift of Fear, sure, useful reading. But what if only what happened that morning was all that was different from any other day? What if she had never laid eyes on him before? What would have triggered her intuition?
IMO, Melissa Jubane seemed to have been living her life with focus and meaning: long, long partnership culminating in their recent wedding; professional nursing career and all the years of school leading up to that; apartment in a nice, seemingly secure building; a pet, a captivating future and the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Where in that portrait is there the need or even the space to be mindful that monsters are everywhere? What kind of armor is so heavy that it can keep you safe but also let you breathe, let you live?
I feel so bad for all who have lost her.
