I learned yesterday, the asshat who murdered my friend and her parents was captured. I broke out in tears of joy. I was worried they were not going to catch him.
Knowing he is caught does little to bring her back, or easy the hurt knowing I can never pick up the phone and call her again. But it does do something. I know he's not out there, getting away with it. I know he's not out there, enjoying his life. I know that there's not going to be that moment when he realizes so much time has passed that, even if he is still wanted, no one is really looking anymore.
He's caught. He's going to have to answer for the crimes. There is a peace, of sorts, in that.
Good.
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