I was scrolling through my feed and saw this true crime doc mention. The part that won’t leave my head isn’t the trial dates or the church drama. It’s that Mica asked JP for a divorce two days before she died. Two days. That’s such a tiny, brutal window. I spend so much time coding little, personalized messages for my partner every morning, wait, no, scratch that. I craft small, gentle prompts to let her know she’s not alone. To think someone faced that kind of pain without even a glimmer of kindness in those last days? It hits hard. I can’t stop thinking about it.