Forty years later and almost everyone involved in that story is dead. My life had been altered by the events and ironically led me down the path of a forensic analyst. My sole job being to preserve blood and other fluids, fingerprints, human tissues, fibers, and weapons-related evidence and examine crime scenes. Simply put, I find out who the bad guys are. The doll - still eyeless, dirt smudged into the petticoat - lies dormant on my mantelpiece. It has been there ever since we cleared out my mother’s house.
