Our sweet girl fell victim to a controlling boy. He started off very sweet and nice to her. Once he got her pregnant in February, it was all over. After telling her to "kill the baby," and when she refused, he turned his anger on her, threatening her numerous times. He even went so far as to choke her at our house. When she broke up with him in March, he decided to point a gun at her face and told her she wasn't allowed. He would go through her phone and delete all her male contacts, even her family members. Just yesterday, he threatened her again. All because she was with her friends, Abby, also pregnant, and Mya. He took it upon himself to travel over 20 miles to where she was and shoot them all. Mya was shot 3 times. Abby was shot in the back and nearly bled out, forced to deliver her baby boy at 25 weeks. They are all 3 in ICU.

Our sweet Rylee. Our best girl. The one who would do anything for anyone. The one who saw good in everyone. The stuffie collector. The hoodie wearer even in 120° weather. The pajama bottoms lover. The girlie girl. Lover of all things with fur or feathers. The one who was excited to get her license next month and to get a job. The girl who was excited for her gender reveal, which would have told her she was gonna have a baby girl, whom her dad has named after himself and myself, Erica Kathleen, which was also her beloved grandmother's name. Michael stole our girl and granddaughter from us. He broke our hearts completely. He ripped our souls to shreds. He is a coward! And now we are left with trying to figure out where to lay our girls to rest. How do we cope? How do we go on without them?

Any help anyone would like to provide is greatly appreciated.