I think that's the hardest day of my life.

And I've had a lot of hard days, but that was the hardest.

Losing her.

It's still consuming us.

To have her get out of a car and then never make it to the front door,

20 steps, and we can't explain what happened in those 20 steps,

it just didn't make sense to me.

I wondered about everybody.

Everybody was a suspect.

You know you were a person of interest.

We still love each other very much.

Somebody knew that we were seeing each other, didn't like it.

There's somebody out there, some jealousy, probably.

My stomach was in my throat.

All of us were a little taken back.

This can't be happening.

It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that.

It was early morning, still dark.

The spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup,

parked and running near the main street of little Glendive Montana.

At 5.20 a.m., the passenger's side door opened,

the woman stepped out and hurried across the empty street

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