On November 22, 1977, Marie Ann Watson vanished from Emmett, Idaho. She left her car at a local diner. Inside it was her wallet, her car and house keys, an uncashed paycheck, and sundry personal items such as an embroidery of a doe with her two fawns. At the time of her disappearance, she was in a brutal custody battle with the foster family who had possession of her two children. There were allegations of abuse on both sides. Marie said the foster father was abusing her daughter, the foster mother, Doris, said it was Marie's husband doing it.

When Marie "disappeared" two days before the Sheriff was to serve the warrant on the foster parents, forcing them to relinquish the children back to Marie, the Sheriff investigated. The investigation consisted of asking Doris what happened. She replied that "Marie got into a stranger's car and took off." The investigation was closed and life went on for the Sheriff and the townspeople. Emmett went back to sleep, but it was an uneasy sleep, haunted by nightmares and whispers of what had really happened to Marie.

I am Marie's daughter. I know what happened to her. I think you do, too. She was murdered. The police know it, too. In 2016, another investigation was launched into the case. Like the two before, it went nowhere. One reason is because, according to the Investigating Officer, "...justice was done when your mother was murdered." The murderers and their family claimed my mother was going to sell me to a flop house to be a sex slave there. He believed them; why wouldn't he? I don't, but I'm sure it's because I'm biased and not basic common sense. There was a little sarcasm in there, congratulations if you found it. I tried really hard to hide it.

For the sake of argument, let's say that they have no reason to lie about this and pretend we believe it for a second. Let me ask you this then, did I deserve to see my mother being dismembered? Was that justice, even if she was, as he claimed, 'a bad person'?

If you wonder what that was like or if you're not sure if it was 'justice', wonder no more. Come and read with me, and I'll show you. Come walk a mile in my shoes, but bring your tissues.