When I think back about my aunt, we were spared that long wait. But I cringe at our trust. Stupidity. After she 'ran off' he sold the house, everything in it, even her clothes.
Her clothes? She didn't take even her clothes? And we didn't think to question that?
And then he lived in hotels, had a nice time, a girlfriend. She loved him to death and trusted him to death too. But after he came out of jail, he said some things about her.....I think she came closer to death in that time with my uncle than she will ever know.
Everyone liked him though. He was lovely. Most murderers are far from having murderer stamped on their forehead. Many people loved him even after. If you were in distress you would ask him for help on the street. He was very kind.
I hated him after though. Every single charming, friendly word he said sounded like poison to me. I just kept thinking 'you might murder me too'. There was no reason for him to murder me, I was just a sensitive child. But I didn't care what anyone said, I thought it was more sensible not to trust a murderer, than to trust one. And I still do.