Ash Kelley

So 4 a.m., she hears a knock at the door.

It's a police officer who says, the love of your life has been attacked and is on the way to the hospital, and we don't think she's going to make it.

And another officer comes up while you're processing that and says she actually died.

She didn't make it.

Like, one-two punch.

How the fuck do you ever move on from that?

No, I don't know how you survive.

So for the next several hours, Marianne sat in the kitchen with her neighbor, Carl Ross, who brought over a bottle of vodka.

Oh.

Outside, police and reporters were milling about the area, taping off the scenes, snapping photos.

When Detective Mitchell Sang arrived around 7.30 a.m., he didn't take kindly to the presence of Carl Ross.

In his report, Sang wrote that Ross, quote, "...claimed to be consoling Marianne while swilling vodka and acting obnoxious."

When Sang asked to speak to Marianne alone and Carl protested, which like, don't do that.

Yeah, you gotta.

The detective physically pulled him out of his chair and shoved him out the door.

Yeah.

Angry, frustrated, and probably a little drunk, Ross kicked a hole in one of the first floor doors, causing Sang to place him under arrest for disorderly conduct.

That's like, babe, you're not doing yourself any favors.

And it's also like, with everything going on right now.

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