i had to grow up without one. in an instant she was gone. and it changed everything. she dreamed of a career solving crimes, but crime claimed her first. gut wrenching pain! my daughter, please, please don t let this be true! home alone on a sunny afternoon she vanished. we just said, oh my god! isn t this one of her earrings? earrings in the carpet. ribbons on the ground. tire tracks on the lawn. there was evidence of a violent struggle. what had happened? and who was behind it? everything was a mystery. was she still alive? was she not? it tore us apart. for years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case that could be solved. they wanted justice just as bad as we did. as a mother she fought and fought and fought. we just never gave up. don t mess with a mother bear. hello. welcome to dateline. tara ord was just 19. a beautiful young woman with bi
and this is dateline. i was robbed of my sister. i had to grow up without one. in an instant, she was gone. and it changed everything. she dreamed of a career solving crimes but crime came for her first. i prayed, my daughter, please don t let this be true. home alone on a sunny afternoon, she vanished. i said, oh my gosh, is this one of her earrings. earrings in the carpet, ribbons on the ground. tire tracks on the lawn. there was evidence of a violent struggle. what had happened? and who was behind it? everything was a mystery. was she still alive? it tore us apart for years they demanded answers. a struggle each day. then came the cold case file with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case to be solved. they wanted us justice just as bad as we did. as a mother, she fought and fought and fought. we just never gave up. don t mess with a mother bear. hello and welcome to dateline. tara was just 19 with a beautiful young wo
and then your being looked at for it. imagine, your shaken in the dead of night. my ears were ringing. i thought i was dreaming. in bed, right next to you. your husband, murdered. hearty wrap around your head, is it? yes. and here s the twist. you are the suspect. it s the worst feeling, thinking you re gonna be blamed for your husband s death. could she have been the killer? or, with someone keeping a secret? he said, what did you do. what did you do? i don t know what to tell you. just of the truth. hello, and welcome to dateline . it s the stuff of nightmares. and a traitor creeps into your bedroom in the middle of the night and opens fire. but for melissa oxley, the bad dream was all too real. she told investigators she d been startled from her sleep to find her husband, ben, dead from a gunshot blast. it seems streams, they thought, that no one else in the house was hurt. including melissa, who was sleeping by his side. stranger still, was
earrings in the carpet. ribbons on the ground. tire tracks on the lawn. there was evidence of a violent struggle. what had happened? and who was behind it? everything was a mystery. was she still alive? was she not? it tore us apart. for years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case that could be solved. they wanted justice just as bad as we did. as a mother she fought and fought and fought. we just never gave up. don t mess with a mother bear. hello. welcome to dateline. tara was just 19. a beautiful young woman with big dreams. suddenly, she vanished. snatched from the safety of her own home. there was little evidence to go on, no witness to reveal who took tara or why. or so investigators thought. it would take years and a team of determined cold case detectives to uncover that long buried clue and the story that would blow this case wide open. here s k
love is dead. and then your being looked at for it. imagine, your shaken in the dead of night. my ears were ringing. i thought i was dreaming. in bed, right next to you. your husband, murdered. hearty wrap around your head, is it? yes. and here s the twist. you are the suspect. it s the worst feeling, thinking you re gonna be blamed for your husband s death. could she have been the killer? or, with someone keeping a secret? i said, what did you do. what did you do? i don t know what to tell you. just of the truth. hello, and welcome to dateline . it s the stuff of nightmares. and a traitor creeps into your bedroom in the middle of the night and opens fire. but for melissa oxley, the bad dream was all too real. she told investigators she d been startled from her sleep to find her husband, ben, dead from a gunshot blast. it seems strange, they thought, that no one else in the house was hurt. including melissa, who was sleeping by his side. stranger stil