Danielle Hawker (Christine's sister)

Somehow I found myself reliving something I had never experienced as if I had been there.

I envisioned Christine's fear, felt her terror and wished I was there to take her place.

I no longer had a sister.

I was no longer a sister.

The memories we shared growing up helped shape my sense of love, family, and who I am.

They felt simple and whole, filled with laughter, safety, and love.

Since losing her, those same memories have changed.

They are no longer just joyful, but layered with grief, each one a reminder of both how much I had and how much was taken.

His lies did not just attempt to destroy her reputation, they forced me to relive my grief with anger and helplessness I cannot fully describe.

He was the one that had countless affairs, several attempts at finding the right mistress that would eventually help carry out the plan with him because the absurd line of questioning about a plan didn't just develop when he started his affair with Juliana.

I believe she meant no more to him than anyone else in his life.

She was just another person to control and exploit

What he presented as affection was manipulation.

What may have appeared as love was nothing more than strategy.

If there had been any genuine intent to build a life with Juliana, he could have chosen a lawful and honest path.

He could have divorced and moved on.

The divorce would have required relinquishing control, and control was always the priority.

His actions were not driven by love, but a desire for power.

deception, and a complete disregard for the lives he destroyed.