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Midnight fever?

Dirty diapers?

I'm ready, pops.

Nobody's ready.

Okay, fine, I'm not ready.

But I'm willing to enable.

That's my boy.

Reporting for duty.

Music. Martin, as a skywriter, you should be here by now.

Lova, I promise that plane is going to spell B -O -Y.

Better spell B -O -Y because raising a G -I -R -L is terrifying.

You've seen how my sister turned out.

Wait, even you guys really don't know what you're having?

No, Pop, that's the point.

All right, I think that we should call the pilot or something.

I hear the plane.

I hear the plane!

All right, what's that say?

Says you overpaid.

How much does it set you back?

Uh -huh.

What is it?

A number.

What?

Oh, my God!

Get it off me!

It reeks! What is it?

Looks like some kind of skin or something.

For what?

I don't know.

I think it's human.

I was off.

What was?

I just passed Curtis Hubley down by the tag trolls and he was wearing an NCIS

employee patch.

Curtis who? He's an outside cyber consultant that we used on a few cases a

couple years back.

He's been kind of an odd guy.

Speaking of odd, I just got a really weird message from Parker. It rained a

in Norfolk.

Yeah, I got it too.

What does it mean?

I think it means he needs to spell check his text.

Yeah. So does this bandium from Parker actually say it rained a body?

It's obviously a glitch.

Yeah, I'm thinking Parker did the voice -to -text option and, you know, it

translated incorrectly.

What would he have said that would have turned it into it rained a body in

Norfolk?

Mains? Claimed.

Detained? Good guesses, but all wrong. This time the bandium notification is

correct. It rained a body from the sky?

Peace by fleshy peas.

How the hell did that happen?

Damn good question.

Let's go find out.

Other than the plane, did you see anything else in the sky? You mean

human body part?

Yes.

Another aircraft, maybe a helicopter or hot air balloon.

You think some sicko was dropping this stuff on us?

We're not exactly sure what we think yet.

Just tell us exactly what you saw.

Just the plane.

You don't think the Skyrider did this, do you?

Nope. Just got off the phone with the pilot. They record all their flights for

insurance purposes, and he did not do that.

Did he say anything else?

Yes, actually. He said that he's sorry that his smoke pump didn't work.

And congratulations that it's a girl.

A baby girl.

What a blessing.

Everybody, it's a girl.

I'm going to take a shower.

Sorry. She was hoping for a boy.

Sweetie, it's going to be fine.

Worst gender reveal party ever.

Nick, I don't mean to harp, but would you please just mind watching where

stepping? I'm watching, bro.

Really? Is that why we have a Torres -sized boot print in that pile of

superficial fascia? I bet you didn't think you were going to ask that when

woke up this morning.

Oh, gosh.

Yeah, all of this is...

fairly decomposed in several months, I would say. And we're going to have to

collect quite a bit of it if we want any shot at collecting a viable DNA sample.

Would a fingerprint help?

Yeah, I worked a lot of trench cases, but a reigning body, that takes the

Yeah, well, technically it's only body fragments.

There's a lot more out there.

Can't get grosser than this.

Casey's analyzing that fingertip that you found as we speak. But meanwhile, I

actually found something quite interesting.

All of these flesh chunks are covered in organic secretion.

Yep, it got grosser.

I'm afraid to ask.

What kind of organic secretion? No idea. Just sent a sample up to Casey. It runs

through mass spec.

Speaking of Casey, where is she? She just sent me a text.

Did she find an ID?

All she said was wine and misdemeanor, followed by a couple of smiley emoji

faces. Wine and misdemeanor?

That's what we call our Friday night get -togethers. We listen to crime

podcasts, drink a little Cabernet. Or a lot of Cabernet, but that is neither

here nor there. Okay, out of all the podcasts we have listened to, what's the

one that stuck with you the most?

Easy. Desperately Seeking Emma. The Radner case. Obviously, right?

What's the Radner case?

Nick, you don't know who Sam Radner is?

He's the insurance salesman. You used to have all those really funny commercials

on TV.

I don't watch TV or listen to podcasts.

Hey, then let me do the honors.

Sam's wife, Emma, went missing five months ago, and the police always

was involved somehow.

All circumstantial evidence pointed to him, but they could never arrest him

because they couldn't find Emma. Well, now Emma has found a... You're kidding

me. Mm -hmm.

That's Emma Radner?

Mm -hmm, yep.

Well, if...

Some of her.

This woman deserves justice.

Oh, here, here.

And the good news is we are way ahead. We already know pretty much everything

about this case.

You know what pieces of her fell from the sky?

Everything except for that.

You know where we can find the rest of her body.

Or that.

And what cause of death?

What I meant by everything was... We still have a lot of work to do.

Emma Radner, 34 -year -old middle school teacher from Fairfax. She's been

missing for five months. Last seen leaving a restaurant while yelling at

husband, Sam.

Yelling about what?

Emma caught Sam liking his ex -girlfriend's photos on Facebook.

That'll do it.

Hours later, Sam drove to Florida on an impromptu business trip. Never talked to

his wife once while he was gone.

Well, I'm not married, but that sounds like doghouse territory.

No, that's more like pack your bags and find a new house territory.

Three days later, Sam returned home and Emma was nowhere to be found. He told

the police that he had no idea what happened to Emma. Then he lawyered up

never spoke again.

So you don't believe him?

No way. And if you listened to the podcast, you wouldn't either.

Okay, are we letting the podcast run our investigations now?

No, of course not.

But the info on this podcast is legit.

Cops even participated to help raise awareness about Emma's disappearance.

I took a look at the original police report.

The only suspected foul playing fan was the prime suspect from day one. He was

the last person to see her alive before he left town.

And he had his truck washed and detailed the day he got back from Florida.

He lost his job, but he didn't lose his freedom because without a body, they

didn't have enough evidence to arrest him.

We have a body.

Sort of. All right, then pick him up.

I assume you'd like to do the honors tonight?

It would be my pleasure.

I'll go with you.

Oh, and let's be sure to notify the next of kin, the sister. What's her name?

Molly. She lives right across the street from the Ratners.

Molly was on vacation when Emma disappeared.

They were best friends. They did everything together.

Thanks, Grace. A valuable nugget.

In my heart, I still had hope.

But in my gut, I knew she was gone.

We're sorry for your loss.

Sam, I can't believe I actually loved him like a brother.

He had us all fooled.

I hope that bastard fries.

Do you believe that he killed her?

Obviously he killed her.

Their marriage was toxic the last couple years. All they did was fight.

I bet he finally just snapped.

Promise me you won't let him get away with this.

I got your message, Molly.

Oh, honey.

What can we do?

There's nothing you can do.

Excuse me, you guys are Wolf Raymond? This is my wife.

Nance.

Old family friends of Emma's.

Both girls are family.

Molly just called and told us that Emma's... I hadn't got on a vacation in

years.

If I had been here, maybe I... I'm still living there in my

sister's house as if nothing ever happened.

Well, that's about to change.

Are you finally going to arrest him?

We just knocked on his door and he didn't answer.

And the door was locked.

But we left an agent outside and as soon as he comes home, we're going to bring

him in for questioning.

He's home now.

Watching us.

If you want to go get the bastard, I have the key.

True crime podcast.

You know, I get the appeal for regular people, but not for us.

I'm a fan of a good old whodunit from time to time. Yeah, but we deal with

murders all day.

Why would we want to do it at night?

That's like an accountant listening to a podcast about cranky numbers.

Well, I figured you'd at least be a fan of that one podcast since it's all about

your old NCIS investigation.

Oh, you work fast, Casey. What do you got for us?

Hold on, hold on. Why didn't anyone tell me there was a podcast about us?

Well, how did you not know there was a podcast about us?

You heard it?

Which case?

It's that one from a few years back where a petty officer had his brake line

by that senator, blah, blah, blah.

Hey, that's my case.

Is it?

Yeah, I interviewed the victim, I made the color, and I got the confession. I

mean... Legendary. I started like the Matrix, you know, everything is kind of

lined up and, you know.

We're going to have to circle back to that, Nick, because I have something

will make this case legendary.

I figured out how Emma rained from the sky.

Vultures.

Vultures. I analyzed the secretion Jimmy found on the body parts. Turns out it

was stomach bile.

Stomach bile.

From vultures? Yep, I found this vulture feather on one of the pieces of flesh

you bagged. Of course, vultures regurgitate as a defense mechanism.

Do you know that?

I'm a fan of fowl. But if they were flying through clouds and then nearly

collided with a skywriting plane, then... They'd be scared enough to

The vultures must have discovered Emma's body and eaten the remains.

Casey, I'm pretty sure that vultures nest close to their food source.

That is exactly what the wildlife body told me when I called them. If we find

the vulture, we find the body. Did you ask wildlife if they're still tagging

locals with GPS chips?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I've already got the tech trolls working on the coordinates.

A lot of steps.

GPS coordinates you asked for, Ms. Hines.

Sorry it took so long. I had to run up the stairs.

It's Casey and whatever happened to email?

And the elevator.

Pardon?

It's just the cyber division usually sends things, you know, electronically.

Cyber. Makes sense.

I'm new. Curtis Ebley, the new guy.

So the elevator's not broken then?

Uh, no, Curtis.

And I think you're being hazed.

Me too.

But I kind of like it.

I was told to get a notarized receipt for that file.

Not a thing.

Who was that guy?

Somebody else's problem.

But he did bring up the coordinates for those tracking chips.

Okay, the chips are geolocated in Twin Rivers Park, south of Yorkville.

Of course.

You're up for a hike. I wear my boots to work.

I'll take that as a yes. Thanks, Casey.

Torres.

Torres. Yeah.

Maybe take a break from that case and focus on this one.

Yeah, yeah, you're right. Thank you. And keep your eyes peeled for... Yeah, bird

doo -doo. Got it. Not bird doo -doo. Vulture guano, which is known for its

distinct aroma.

Man, this podcast keeps talking about McGee, McGee, McGee. And they rarely

mention, by the way, rarely mention me.

And when they do, they call me Special Agent Aflode.

Life's a bitch.

I'm not listening to next week's episode.

I beg you not to.

Hey, is that, uh, vulture crap?

It is.

Good eyes, Flores.

Means we're near the nest.

Birds are your thing, huh?

No, hobbies are my thing.

This year it was ornithology.

I never thought it would help solve murder.

Now, vultures are actually quite a bird.

You know, they never really kill anything themselves. They only feed off

carcasses of the dead.

Really? Yeah. When a group of vultures gather in a tree, heads hung low, ready

to go eat, it's called a wake.

You mean like that?

Yes, exactly like that.

There's food nearby.

In his body.

If she's been here for five months, why would they wait until now to eat her? It

was winter. It would have frozen and only recently thawed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, hold on.

Right there.

That's Emma.

Our agent is with your sister -in -law. She told us you're in here.

I've got a warrant.

Coming in.

Sam?

Special Agent Knight, NCIS.

Don't come up here.

I'm afraid I have to, Sam.

I want to be left alone.

I have a few questions I need to ask you.

I said leave me alone.

You found Emma's body, didn't you?

Damn.

Don't do this. Or what? You gonna shoot me?

Go ahead, do me a favor.

Lower the gun.

I can't do that.

Sure you can.

I can't keep living like this.

I miss her.

And I'm so worn out.

Everybody thinks I'm guilty anyway, so just... Just walk away and let me do

this.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Then I'd close your eyes.

Why? I'd still be able to hear it.

That's actually the worst part about it, the sound.

Then my apologies are advanced.

So that's it?

No final words?

What is there to say?

Well, you could say that you're innocent.

As far as I know, you haven't said anything.

It's not advice from my lawyers.

Okay.

Fair enough.

Fair?

There's no point in me talking because that podcast has already said it all.

Yeah.

It did say a lot.

Oh, so you... You heard it.

And why are you so desperate to save my life?

Because like everybody else, you deserve a fair trial.

Fair.

See, there's that word again.

Now how in the hell am I supposed to get a fair trial?

So you're not even going to try to fight.

You're just going to shoot yourself now, die a wife killer, and that's the big

plan. You got a better one?

You said that nobody wants to hear your side of the story, but I do.

So if you are ready to talk, I am ready to listen.

Drop the gun and talk to me for a few minutes.

At this point, what do you have to lose?

Hey, McGee.

How long has she been alone in there with him? Not long.

Any updates?

Not since the night he texted me that Ratner has a gun. But she said she has

situation under control.

Well, I appreciate her optimism, but as long as he's got a gun, there is no

control. Excuse me.

Director Vance? Yes. I have one team in position and another en route. Whatever

you need from us, just say the word.

Will do, Captain. Thank you. We're placing our top sniper on the northwest

neighbor's roof.

He'll be ready to take Ratner. Understood. But for now, I need your

stand down.

Director, with all due respect, we've been working this case for over five

months. We know exactly what Sam Radner is capable of. And I know what my agent

inside that house is capable of. We're going to give her a chance to solve this

peacefully. NCIS took this over at your department's request, so we will handle

this our way.

Very eager.

Yeah, it's personal for Virginia State Police.

Month of manpower, nothing to show for it.

This is our case now. We're going to handle this our way.

Can you text her?

I can try.

Tell her she's got ten minutes after that. If he's still armed, she needs to

the hell out of there. All right, I'll tell her, but I'm not so sure she's

to like that. I don't care. I'm not going to lose a suspect or an agent

All right.

I know what you're doing.

You mean having a casual conversation with a suicidal suspect?

You're keeping me talking.

It's a crisis tactic.

I majored in criminal justice for a semester at Rutgers.

Then you know what the protocol is.

You know I can't enter the room until you put the gun down.

Come on, Sam. Work with me here.

So how come you ended up an insurance salesman instead of a cop?

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

Baiting me into talking.

I was curious, so I asked the question, but... Yeah, Sam, you're right.

I'd rather keep you talking than end up doing something that you can't undo.

What do you want to know?

Tell me about Emma.

That podcast.

Made it sound like all we ever did was fight.

You've never mentioned any of the good stuff.

Tell me about the good stuff.

How often do you think I get to hear about the good stuff?

Sometimes she would surprise me with breakfast in bed.

Potato pancakes.

They're almost always burnt.

Emma couldn't cook.

But in an odd way, that was sort of the appeal.

Her doing something she totally hated to do just for me.

And how'd you return the favor?

Butterflowers.

Peonies.

She loved them.

Every once in a while, she'd take one from the bouquet and she'd put it...

wear it behind her ear.

I loved it when she did that.

What else did you do for her?

Ballroom danced.

Don't blame me. That was a big deal.

Because I hated dancing even more than she hated cooking.

But that didn't matter.

So I mumbled my ass off.

Horribly.

It was brutal.

Well, you know nothing says love like a little awkward dancing and some crappy

pancakes.

Which is why that podcast failed to mention any of that.

You didn't fit their narrative.

Actually, there are a lot of people on social media who don't think that you're

guilty.

What about you, Agent Knight?

You think I murdered Louie?

Yes.

What about now?

And now?

I want you to at least have the chance to prove me wrong.

Neither do I.

Why? I took a closer look at the area where Emma's body was dumped, and I

something interesting.

There's a trail less than a quarter mile from the spot you found Emma.

What kind of trail?

Off -roading, dirt bikes, ATVs. Tell me there, a guy has a hobby?

Radner has been riding ATVs since back in high school, and that trail is his

favorite place to ride.

Now that we found Emma's body right next to it, he has to know that it's only a

matter of time before we connect the dots.

Oh, he knows it's good.

So that means Knight is along with Radner. And Radner's got nothing to

You know you're the first person who's actually called me guilty to my faith?

I respect your honesty.

Well, I didn't want to lie to you.

Appreciate that.

Although, calling a guy with a gun a wife killer is definitely not what they

teach you at the academy.

How do you know? You never even made it there.

Touche. I don't know if you can tell, but it's been a minute since I've been

a standoff like this.

I can.

But you're doing fine.

Thanks.

Look, Sam.

I know the media hasn't treated you fairly.

And even as a federal agent, I can't say that I didn't buy into it.

But guilty or not...

Jumping to judgment, that was wrong.

And I should have known better.

And you definitely deserve better.

I can fight to get you a fair trial.

But you gotta get up and walk out that door with me.

That is the only way I can help you.

Come on, Sam.

You gotta trust me.

I mean, you do trust me, right?

I do trust you.

Then let's walk out of here.

I trust that you'll tell the entire world my last words.

I'm innocent.

Pam, no!

You should be thankful.

Agent Knight saved your life.

Miracle, the bullet only grazed your head.

Sure you're okay?

I'm fine, Director, really.

You did a good job, Agent Knight.

Doing a good job would have meant he never pulled that trigger.

Hey!

You killed my sister!

You son of a bitch!

You killed my sister!

Molly, Molly, no, come on, come on. You killed Emma!

Sammy will be home!

Now, you hear me? You hear me? I'll be right!

Come on.

You okay for this? We all knew you were guilty.

Director, get Radner out of here before we have another murder on our hands.

Hospital just gave Sam Radner the all -clear.

McGee's escorting him back to NCIS as we speak.

It's good to hear.

You know what else would be good? A little something I could use in

interrogation. How about cause of death?

Red my mind. Speaking of minds, or heads, that is, these two cranial

along with a hairline fracture on her scapula, broken tibia, all point to

force trauma.

From what?

Well, her injury pattern is very consistent with a fall of some kind.

Well, we know the Radners argued a lot. Maybe things got physical.

Sam snaps, punches Emma in the head, shoved her down the stairs.

Based on her injuries?

I'd say that's a probable theory.

And then he puts her body in the back of his truck. Dumps her in the woods in an

area he's familiar with.

And just to be safe, he has his truck professionally cleaned right after his

trip to Florida.

This probable theory just keeps getting more and more probable.

It's McGee. They have Radner in interrogation.

Showtime.

I love my wife.

And she loved me too.

Then why was she thinking about leaving you?

She wasn't. Who told you that?

Her therapist.

Up until now, she wouldn't break her doctor -patient privilege.

Because Emma could have been alive.

But she wasn't.

And when we finally found her body, her therapist told us that Emma was

considering divorcing you.

Is that why you killed her?

Because you couldn't live without her?

You know, you're right.

I can't live without her.

But I didn't kill my wife.

Five months of not speaking with that lawyer, and now Ratner's pleading his

case. You definitely had an effect on him.

I gotta say, he's a hell of an actor.

I'm not so sure he's acting.

You and Miss Hines have thought he was guilty from the beginning.

So what happened in the house?

He said he was innocent.

Don't they all?

Most of the time they're lying.

But the look in his eye, that told me he wasn't.

Casey, can I ask something?

Go.

What took you so long? You just texted me three minutes ago. Oh, really? It

like a lot longer. Probably because I have got something big. You remember

episode three of the podcast?

The flower episode?

Bingo. Okay. So Sam sent Emma a bouquet of flowers from Florida.

Peonies. The cop's theory was that Sam killed her and then sent her the flowers

to pretend like he didn't know she was dead.

Yeah, well, I just finished testing and logging all the debris found on Emma and

discovered a substance above her left ear.

Pollen residue.

Well, she was in the woods for five months, so that would make sense.

But you did not call me down here because that makes sense. Oh, you know

well.

The residue wasn't from a tree. It was from a flower.

Please tell me that's a dead peony.

That it is, and I do not have to tell you. This overpriced flower definitely

does not grow in the woods.

Now check out this photo from the crime scene.

How many flowers do you count?

Eleven. I count eleven.

Yeah, eleven it is, which is definitely one short of a bouquet.

But why would Emma take just one flower?

Sam said that Emma liked to wear a fresh peony over her ear.

If Emma got the flowers and took one... That means Emma was alive after Sam went

to Florida.

And he definitely didn't kill his wife.

Then who did?

Go. You can take it.

No, no, you take it. The department stud can't go hungry.

Department stud?

When has anyone ever referred to me as the department stud? Oh, the host of a

very misleading podcast, that's who.

Come on, really? The podcast? You're still on that? I'm still on that. I

know, maybe. Maybe not. Because the podcast boy has taken it by himself to

my contributions. And what makes matters worse, he won't return my phone calls.

So yeah, I think I'm still on that.

Oh, come on. Come on, what are you doing?

I am just making this easy on you guys.

All right, guys.

What do we know?

Well, we know that Sam sent Emma flowers after he landed in Florida.

And we know the cops found the flowers on the Ratner's porch.

Which, according to the original cops on the case, meant that the flowers were

delivered after Emma had already been killed.

But we also know that Emma not only saw the flowers, but she took one of them.

So you've got to think that she brought the vase inside.

But according to the original police report, there were no prints on the

So someone kills her, wipes the vase clean, then plants the flowers back on

porch to frame Sam?

No evidence of forced entry.

Who else had access to the house?

We don't know.

But we got the guy who would.

So...

That's it. I... I can go? Yes.

As soon as we process you out.

Thank you.

For believing in me.

Well, we believe in the evidence, which proves that you did not kill Emma.

But then who did?

We don't know.

But we're hoping you can help us.

No, I don't... I don't know anything.

Who would have access to your house besides your sister -in -law, Molly?

There was our friend Walt Freeman.

Emma's old co -worker.

Why exactly did he have a key?

He'd come over and water our plants when we'd go on vacation.

He'd do some handyman stuff.

And what was Emma and Walt's relationship like?

Close. I mean, she was his teaching assistant, her first job out of college.

He became her mentor and eventually a father figure.

Any chance Walt wanted something more?

Walt?

Are you kidding?

No. They were just friends.

Sometimes friendships turn into infatuations. And infatuations turn into

obsessions.

Walt Freeman taught psychology for 25 years at a local junior college. No

glaring red flags on the surface, but below the surface. Things get a little

creepy. Walt had 10 TAs during his profession, each one with a bright young

woman. Walt had a reputation for having a fondness for these women. How much of

a fondness?

Well, no formal complaint was ever filed, but I spoke to two of the former

and they said that Walt was making inappropriate compliments during their

together. He resigned five years ago, but we're thinking that the school

him into an early retirement.

Let's go ask Mr. Freeman about his fondness for Emma Radner.

Before you go, I double -checked the vase from the police's evidence

and I found a print.

I thought it was wiped clean.

It was on the outside, but I found a thumbprint on the inner rim, and when I

it through APHIS, I got a match.

Hi, Molly. May we come in?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Sorry to bother you. This shouldn't take too long.

It's okay, whatever you need. Is this about Sam?

Sort of.

We're just planning on the service.

It's overwhelming, but we're getting through it.

Now that you got justice for Emma, she deserves a proper burial. We don't have

justice quite yet, but we will.

I thought you arrested Sam.

No, we let Sam go.

Let him go? Why?

You didn't kill your sister.

She did.

Me?

No,

you're making a mistake. The only mistake was you forgetting to wipe down

inside of the vase before you put it back on the porch.

We found your thumbprint. Wait, wait. Why would I want to kill Emma? We

the same thing. Got a warrant for your phone records.

You were sending your husband dozens of text messages accusing him of having an

affair with Emma.

Nance Freeman, you're under arrest for the murder of Emma Radden. Nance, what

did you do?

It was an accident. No. I just wanted to talk to her. She said I was being

ridiculous, but I knew about them. I grabbed her to make her listen to me.

so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.

So Nance really tried the whole it was an accident excuse?

And she accidentally dumped Emma's body in the woods and framed Sam for the

murder. All because she thought Walt and Emma were having an affair.

Turns out they never were.

Jealousy makes people do some very strange things.

Like, for example... Well, is that a microphone?

Yeah, that Curtis guy from the basement hooked me up.

And why exactly do you need a microphone?

Nick is starting his own NCIS podcast.

Only way to get the facts out there.

You seriously think Vance is going to let you have a revenge podcast?

You're better than that.

No, I'm not. No, he's really not.

It's not about revenge. It's about telling our stories to our fans.

Right, well, I'm not really sure that we have any fans, Nick. I mean, not yet,

because I haven't heard all the cool cases we've worked on. Like the one with

the guy who was selling drugs out of his ice cream truck.

Wait, the Jenkins case?

Seriously? Yeah, I found a stash of cocaine inside a tub of Rocky Road.

Yeah, only because I handed you all of the evidence on a silver platter. I

remember that. Okay, Nick, that was my case.

That's why I got a second microphone.

Because I'm going to need a co -host. Oh, no.

No, no way. Come on, you love podcasts.

Yeah, listening to them, not making them.

Welcome to our podcast, Forensic Scientists.

Casey Hines. Oh, my gosh. Seriously, Nick. I could never. Hey.

All you true crime fiends out there in podcast land.

Let's talk murder.

You know what I miss the most about her?

Is her laugh.

She had a big laugh.

Like a Julia Robertson pretty woman kind of laugh.

I didn't realize how unhappy she was.

I'm so glad Emma got the justice she deserved.

Now I'm not fighting anymore. It's all just hitting me.

She's gone.

That hurts like hell.

I know what you mean.

I recently lost some friends.

More like family, actually.

How did you get through it?

I'm not sure you do get through it.

But you keep going.

And hopefully you don't have to do it alone.

I'm so sorry, Sam.

I don't ever expect you to forgive me.

I already have.

Everything you said and did was out of love for your sister.

That's what we both have in common.

Hey tonight Thank you

You saved my life

Thank you.