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Pretending it didn't happen is hard, but coming to terms with it is even harder.

Sometimes I think every time I take a step here, maybe I'm taking a step in a place she has stepped.

And that gives me a sense of presence.

Here in the hallway of Womack Army Medical Center, where Holly once worked, her memory stands eternal, a silent testament to a life that will not be forgotten.

What does that say down there?

In memory of Second Lieutenant Holly James, for her joy, her service, and her support of mothers and babies.

Well, she was loved.

Yes, she was.

The pain of losing a daughter never fades, and neither do the unanswered questions.

So after all these years, you still want to know more?

Yeah, I'd like to know more.

Recently, Jesse made the difficult decision to reach out to John Wymunk, the man who murdered his daughter, through an online prisoner website.

John, both my son Jesse and I carry no anger toward you, but only grief for the loss of Holly.

The level of grief we carry leaves no room for you.

To my surprise, I did receive a response to my letter.

The response goes like this.

Thank you for reaching out to me.

You are entitled to answers to which I will give them to you as best I can.

I hope this will provide some closure for all parties involved.

Did you expect he would write back to you?