JMO, I don't believe there are any STGs (gangs) involved here. And I don't believe there appears to be any condensation on those milk jugs. And I'm not buying the whole planting of the flowers story. (sounds like filler). And grandma leaving her daughter at a time when this child has gone missing is a huge red flag. And the other children being removed from the home doesn't happen because Dad had a drinking episode. Definitely more to that then is being told. And as far as LE efforts seeming to move slowly, is largely due to covid. If you look at other cases they to are moving slowly also. Because of just being able to get people to do something as simple as typing up documents needed to move forward in many cases. And again this is JMO, I don't think SW ever returned home from that day of being out with all the people who were involved that day. I believe that maybe some sort of accident took place and that's the reason those dogs never picked up a scent of SW leaving the house/property. And I believe given time, this case will be solved.
Prayers for
Summer and her brothers.
Prayers for
Summer and her brothers.
(and I say that in good humor - I hope.) I've been lurking on this site on and off now for many years before I finally opened an account so I have read a wide variety of posts and discussions. The mix of emotions I've felt while reading those is hard to describe - as I am sure many if you can understand. Yet I really can't decide if this post should serve as an eye opening example of how others might live differently than myself, or should maybe be cross-posted to the thread about best recipes you've found during the COVID lockdown as a cheap way to mix up some cottage cheese, or is maybe more disturbing than the rabbit hole thread I found and got lost in from the parking lot or basement or jury room or something (sorry, I forget how and where I stumbled across it at the moment) and dove into the other night about a creepy abandoned house found somewhere in like New Mexico or Arizona that had women's clothes & undergarments tacked to the walls with disturbing comment written beside them (take my word for it, it was creepy!). I'm sitting here with my eyes wide open at the thought that leaving your milk out might be an actual acceptable practice, my mouth agape as I compare your milk to the chunky milk I sometimes find in a day or two old half drunken (drank?) glass in one of my teenager's rooms, belly laughing if this might actually be a comedic post, and my stomach churning at thought of any of the above. ...all at the same time! Seriously, my body is a mess at the moment. 
