In the last week, I have been haunted by thoughts of what might have happened to Michaela, of what she might have had to endure. I don’t know the details. I am not at all sure I am strong enough to know the details, but I have no doubt about the horror of it. Men like Michaela’s kidnapper do not take beautiful young girls to be adopted by some childless family.
For some reason, it has been the photo above that I keep picturing. Trina, Michaela’s friend, looked at it recently, and as she commented, it is just so Michaela. She was a girly girl for sure. She knew how to use a curling iron (I still haven’t mastered that one myself), and she always took time to fix her hair. She loved to wear girly clothes. On the morning she was kidnapped, she was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, but she and Trina had still taken their time and fixed their hair, and tried to match their outfits to each other, and she was wearing the fancy earrings she got at the flea market. How I have hated that all her care to look pretty … well, I just can’t go there, not in words.
This afternoon in Antioch they are digging. It appears to be something, sounds like it’s likely to be human remains. Maybe not Michaela, but something.