Last few days've been stressful. Kari is still in a really bad way. Having walked in on what she saw would do that to anyone. She needs me there for her to sleep, and she wakes up screaming every night. She's not eating. Police questioning didn't help. They wouldn't say it, but her calling it in was too close to the proposed time of death for her not to be a suspect. But she's getting better, slowly but surely.

She's not telling me something that happened up there. She wouldn't tell the police, and she hasn't told me. But she's scared. And I can't help her.