The police formed a task force immediately.
But Julia had been killed in an alley with no surveillance cameras. There were no witnesses, no physical evidence.
It had been raining that night. Every trace on the pavement had been washed clean, leaving not a single clue about the killer.
The task force investigated for days. They had nothing.
My son-in-law, unwilling to let the killer walk free, made a very public announcement: a ten-million-dollar reward for information.
He wanted the whole country looking. He wanted everyone helping to find whoever had murdered his wife.
The story exploded. The entire nation was paying attention, and tips poured in from everywhere.
But three full months passed, and the investigation went nowhere.
Yesterday, the task force was officially disbanded.
The ten-million-dollar reward had failed to produce a killer.
The case was declared cold.
I'd resigned myself to it, too. I thought my daughter's murder might simply go unsolved.
But now, hearing what my son-in-law had just said, something twisted hard inside my chest.
I couldn't help turning to look at him.
"When did Julia say Sunny was her savior?"
He thought for a few seconds, then answered earnestly: