How can you tell me, “I don’t blame you, it’s your right… defending your timing for a hunting trip that ended?” How do you think for a moment that this wretched man waiting for you, like a lost bird, would do such a thing? How do you believe that this man, who has roamed the streets barefoot like a mad stray, would forget, or time, or defend himself, or attack? But I forgive you, just as I have done and will continue to do. I forgive you because you mean more to me than myself or anything else, simply because I want you, I love you, and I cannot replace you. Now, when you say that, I cry like a child, and I feel tears raining in my chest.
Jennifer Barton: A Warning that Shouldn???t Have Been Ignored with Nearly 50 Years of Mystery | Case 21
On Sunday, May 16, 1976, in Austin, Texas, 20-year old Jennifer Barton had left home to hang out with a friend to go to…