One year later, there was a knock at my door. Sean had been missing for two days and his car was found burnt on a mountain road.

That was the first time I sobbed uncontrollably since I was a small child.

A week later it was confirmed. He was found on the mountain, with one gunshot wound to the back of his head, one to his back, and six to his abdomen. I cried a second time.

Sean had been dating this girl that no one liked at all. She was the bitchiest of bitchy. Their relationship was short, and Sean only wanted to be friends with her. Out of jealousy, rage and psychotic dementia, she conned Sean into going for a drive to talk things over. She had an accomplice hiding in the hills.

Bang.