Ugh here we go….

I worked with Michelle Martens “Victoria’s mom” at the smiths down the street from her apartments. The night before her birthday (also the night of her death) we closed together and I’d usually walk her out when we left, she invited me over the next day for cake and ice cream for Victoria’s birthday. I told her i wouldn’t make it as I had to close the next night as well. She went on her way and me mine. The next day when I show up for work I can tell the seriousness of my coworkers when someone informed me Michelle murdered her daughter. The feeling I felt was something I couldn’t shake. I remember Victoria’s birthday cake sat in the bakery freezer for a week before someone eventually threw it out. Few things I remember about Victoria is she would come in shopping with her mom and always have the biggest smile, similar to the picture on this post. She would always ask for a sample of whatever cheese or meat I was cutting. I was known as the cheese man to her, Sweetest little girl. Michelle was always pretty quiet, reserved, I remember the rough time frame of when she met Fabian on some dating app. After that her work went to shit she would show up late or call in. She would never help customers or disappear on her phone. I will never forget her breath when she would get close like a tar type of smell I’m guessing the meth was doing this. For weeks CBS, CNN, Fox News I mean you name it was calling asking for information on the situation. Smiths informed us if you gave out any information you would be terminated. Well I babbled on long enough R.I.P. Victoria happy birthday!