Where Was my Choice to Live or Die
Criminology, The Core
Susan Huhn
August 17, 2011

Where Was my Choice to Live or Die It was a cold crisp day; we were on our way out of town. My sister was taking her car and my son, brother and my brother’s girlfriend was in theirs. It was Sunday mid-afternoon; the air was cool and my sister Diane and I left about thirty minutes, before the others. This was the beginning of a nightmare that would never seem to end. I guess in your life you never think anything tragic would happen, but our whole lives was about to change. The one thing I was grateful for is that we were not listening to the radio. We would have heard the tragic news in a way that would have been cold and without any concern for our thoughts. My sister and I was laughing and talking. My cell phone rang and my brother was on the other end of the line. You would have to know him; he always liked to pull pranks to scare us to pieces. But this time his voice was different, sad, like he was lost in what he had to say. I could hear him crying as he was talking, but what took my breath away was the crying of my son in the background. I was driving and I just pulled the car over and stopped. Chris is my brother, he said sis you need to go to mom’s and meet Donnie, I ask him what was wrong. This was a trip we always took and never missed it. So I knew it had to be something bad, but I did not know it was going to be this bad. I listen to those words over and over in my head for days after this. Chris said sis, they found Leslie dead, Steven shot her and they found her in the woods. I could feel my body melt in the seat, my sister, Diane looked at me and ask me what was wrong. I repeated the same thing to her. She said, “Oh God, No.” I sat there, numb, not knowing which way to go at that moment. Chris said, Susan please meet Donnie at mom and