It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Sourdough. I bake sourdough bread for years as a hobby. I'd make more than could eat and give the loaves away to friends and family.

When I moved to Albuquerque for work, I started baking bread again not long after.

With no friends or family to fatten I gave the extra

loaves to boys living in the condo next door with their mother. I'd probably given them a dozen loaves or so over the year.

I came home from work one day to find the entire police department camped in the parking lot, including one of those large crime scene labs on wheels,

yellow crime scene tape, etc.

I asked what was going on and was told that there had been a homicide and that I would have

to sleep somewhere else for the night.

I went to a hotel, tuned into the local news and learned that the mother of the three boys mentioned above had shot all three of her children in the head with a 38 caliber handgun one by one as they came home from school and she used loaves of bread to

muffle the sound of 2010 I was studying abroad in Florence Italy.

I lived in an apartment with several other girls in a building that was over 500 years old.

I know this because a girl threw up on the stairs the year before and the school was charged

a great deal of money for quote unquote destroying a staircase older than America.

Everything was normal until October. I was sitting in bed and only two roommates were home.

It was around 1.30 a.m. when I heard a girl crying in the bathrooms behind my room.

I found that odd because I had thought that the girl who it sounded like Jane had already gone to bed hours

before I got up to go see what was wrong. My bedroom door faced the kitchen door

at the end of the hallway that connected to the bathrooms and when I stepped out I saw my other

roommate that was home so I asked if she had heard Jane crying in the bathroom.

She had not so I walked over to the bathrooms. I called out Jane's name but didn't hear a reply.

The wing was empty. I walked over to Jane's room where I peeked in and saw her sleeping.

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