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Authors: Sherri Wood Emmons
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n the end, Brannon confessed to nine murders, including Damon Rigby’s. He ran Damon off the road that night and left him to die in a ditch. And he confessed to killing Mrs. Figg, too. He’d pushed her down the stairs and then watched her die on the floor of her own house. He blamed her for my fall.
He confessed so that Jenny wouldn’t have to testify at his trial. At least, that’s what he said. But I think he probably confessed so he could avoid the death penalty. MommaJean and I went to his sentencing—life in prison with no possibility of parole.
He told the police where he’d buried the bodies of all those women who’d lived with him. And so, finally, Hailey came home. We had a graveside memorial service on a beautiful day in June, surrounded by family and friends. Jenny held MommaJean’s hand throughout the service. Both of them cried.
The publicity was terrible at first. It seemed like everywhere we went, people stared at us and whispered. Reporters called Lorelei’s and MommaJean’s and the bookstore, trying to get interviews with me and Jenny. Our pictures appeared in newspapers and on the TV news. I tried hard to shield Jenny as best I could, and I watched proudly as she learned to cope with microphones and cameras and reporters yelling questions.
And then, two weeks after the first news story appeared, MommaJean got a phone call at the bookstore. My little sister, Clarissa, had seen my photo on the news all the way out in Los Angeles, where she had gone after leaving her own disastrous arranged marriage. A week later, she flew to Indianapolis. It felt almost surreal, seeing her again. All grown up with two young children of her own, she lived with her new husband in California. She had been trying to find me for years, she said. So I guess, in a way the publicity was both a blessing and a curse.
My worries about how to support Jenny and the baby were eased a bit when I got a call from a lawyer in Texas who represented Ami Gordon’s family. There’d been a reward for information about her murder, a reward of fifty thousand dollars. I didn’t want to take it at first, but MommaJean convinced me to accept it.
“You gave that family the same peace you gave me, honey,” she said. “That’s worth all the money in the world.”
We used the money to buy a little row house just two doors down from MommaJean. I enrolled Jenny in school and took a job at the coffee shop, replacing the barista who’d called the police that awful day when Brannon arrived with the gun.
We’ve been down to Campbellsville twice, Jenny and I, to see Angel and Lashaundra, Resa and Harlan, Shirley and Jasper. I asked Jenny if she wanted to move back there, but she wanted to stay in Indianapolis, where her family is. We have a big family now, a big, beautiful, noisy family. Jenny has gotten to know her cousins, and on days when I work she often goes to Rudy’s house after school to play with his daughters.
My belly is getting bigger every single day, it seems. We’ve been decorating the nursery with ducks and bunnies. Jenny loves to buy things for the baby. She is going to be such a good sister.
We haven’t told MommaJean yet, but we’ve decided to name the baby Hailey.
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