I stumbled on a mention of that new true crime doc this morning. The tiny detail that’s stuck with me? Mica asked JP for a divorce two days before she died. Two days. That’s such a short, raw window of time. As someone who spends my days coding little romantic prompts to send my partner each morning, the thought of a relationship unraveling that quickly hits hard. I can’t shake it off. I keep replaying those last two days in my head, imagining all the unspoken words hanging in the air.