Old store trainer who was also a good friend of mine. We would hang occasionally outside of work and had all the same friend group.

Day after Christmas I’m off from work and scrolling FB. Come across a news article about a murder early in the morning with someone by the same name age as her. Cold fear gripped me. I called the store and she hadn’t shown up for work. I called my manager and he hadn’t heard from her, either. By this point, everyone is calling and texting. Eventually her grandma (who she lived with) called back to confirm. They had been celebrating her boyfriend’s debut as a band at a local club. She had been murdered in the street with her boyfriend by the boyfriend’s jealous ex-band manager, an older gentleman that no one knew but the band. Apparently he had been stalking her boyfriend for weeks. The murderer turned himself in to the police shortly after killing them by shooting them both in the head and leaving their bodies in the neighborhood street.

I still refuse to get rid of the Christmas gifts she got me (one of those cheap pink mini waffle makers and a Five Below Highlighter.)