The little girl who would become Cindy Summer was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan in 1973.

I had a garage fridge. We had a pool. My parents vacationed with their friends on sailboats in the Caribbean.

It was a comfortable life to be sure, one that might have put Cindy on the well-trod

path to upper-middle-class affluence.

It was when Cindy was nine that her life changed.

A lot of us encounter the kind of brutal disruption she went through.

Sometimes it's a heart attack, a bankruptcy, a broken heart, the thing you look back on, the

thing that changed your life's trajectory.

For Cindy, it might have come when her parents, perhaps distracted by their divorce, lost

control of their daughter.

I just rebelled.

By the time Cindy was 13, she was in rehab.

What happened was my girlfriend and I, we ended up taking acid, and long story short,

I went to rehab and her mom made her a spaghetti dinner.

She's a doctor today and I am not.

Right.

So my mom just should have made me a spaghetti dinner.

Rehab was the second earthquake in her life, but not the last.

In Cindy's life, they kept coming, kept getting bigger.

Pregnancy, marriage, divorce, remarriage, her husband's sudden death, and then becoming a murder suspect. It's an irresistible narrative.

Absolutely.

Right?

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