Hey guys and welcome to the Moms and Murder podcast, a true crime podcast featuring myself,

Mandy, and my dear friend Melissa. Hi, Melissa. Hey, Mandy, how are you? I'm doing great. How are you?

Good. We had a nice little catch-up there, like a 30-minute catch-up before the show. This was

nice. Yeah, we did. I know. We usually talk for a few minutes before we start recording,

but we apparently had a lot to catch up on. So we had a nice long chat, and now our

conversation skills are nice and warmed up. Maybe, maybe. What is it? What are you

supposed to say yellow leather, red leather? Wait, am I making that up? What is the, is that the

word? Susie sew seashells by the seashore? Yes, sometime in the summertime. So we should be

good. I look forward to editing this episode. It may be even easier for me. Maybe we've gotten our talking chops out of the way.

That's not even a phrase. Oh, no, this isn't good. This is going downhill fast. We need to start.

All right. So this week, the story we're discussing is really a sad story. It's the kind of case that

just pulls at your heartstrings and makes you feel deeply sad for the victim in their family.

There is something especially tragic about a young person who's just really starting their adult life,

having all of their dreams and potential ripped away from them by a depraved individual who really didn't even have a motive to hurt them.

Over the years that we've been doing this podcast, we've had the

pleasure of speaking with and getting to know family members and friends of some of the victims that

we've talked about, as well as connected on social media, with many who have been personally

affected or lost someone tragically to murder. I think I speak for Melissa and myself when I say

that getting to hear their stories and listen to their grief is humbling and really reminds us that we can't take anything for granted. The heartbreak these

families go through and have to carry with them forever is truly unimaginable. For most of us,

when our significant other leaves home each morning for work, we have a 100% expectation that we

will see them again later that day. No one ever thinks or prepares

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