claimed her first. the gut wrenching pain, my daughter, please, please, don t let this be true. home alone on a sunny afternoon, she vanished. we just said, oh, my god, isn t this one of her earrings? earrings in the carpet, ribbons on the ground, tire tracks on the lawn. there was evidence of a violent struggle. what had happened and who was behind it? everything was a mystery. was she still alive, you know, was she not? it tore us apart. for years, they demanded answers, a struggle each day. then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case that could be solved. they wanted justice just as bad as we did. as a mother, she fought and fought and fought. we just never gave up. don t mess with a mother bear.