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I'm Jen Carpenter, and this is So Dead podcast.

Happy True Crime Tuesday, fellow humans.

Who's ready for another dead time story?

Today's story is a rough one. I'm not going to lie. It is pretty recent, and you guys know that I don't

really do a lot of recent cases, but I decided to do this one. And then as I was doing my research,

I kept finding all of these parallels that just really, really made my heart so sad.

So this one's hard, viewer discretion, and all that.

This is the story of Amy Hensley, a young wife and mother who disappeared from Hartford, Michigan in 2011.

Hartford is a little baby-sized town located in southwest Michigan.

Kind of like where your little knobby wristbone is, if you're looking at the mitten.

Is your outside wristbone knobby? Mine is. Anyway, you know, the outer

corner, pinky side of your hand, outer lower corner. That's where Hartford is. It is actually

closer to Chicago than it is to Detroit. And it's only about 15 miles from my favorite

weird as fuck Michigan town, Benton Harbor,

home of our long-haired baseball-playing cult, The House of David.

Hartford only has about 2,500 residents, so it's one of those towns where everybody knows everybody.

And it's where Amy Hensley lived when she disappeared in

broad daylight on January 24, 2011. Amy was born to Robert and Brenda Miston on May 1st, 1980. So,

she was only six days younger than me. We probably like crossed hospital paths. Like my mom was probably

coming home from the hospital as her mom was entering the hospital to give birth. That's how close

our birthdays are. She was born in St. Joseph, which is another small city in southwest Michigan,

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