and dreams. and it s so real, it feels like her. and she just gives me a hug. why did it have to happen to our family? why did it have to happen to michelle? why that they? a young nursing student disappears. she was still dressed in my hospital scrubs. something drew her out to her car. the cousin she grew up with. the brother she raised. desperate to find her. they were able to do what a lot of other families have never been able to do. text messages, security monitors, surveillance videos. were they sons that she was trapped, reaching out for help? one of the things about, this is that didn t make sense. moment by moment dateline was there for every turn. look, there s blood wiped across. was she missing or murdered? was this the key? i will take her life and hers. a threat, a voice seething with hate and rage. you deserve to die for your lies. it s your last and final warning. what s happened to michelle? this case is not going to be over unt
cancer finally took her life it was a shock. she died december 1st, 1999. we had just seen her for thanksgiving, maybe not a week prior. alone, michael, and michelle, were taken in by christine s family. she told me a story about, how after her mom passed away, she didn t know what to do it first until she saw michael in the garage, holding something of his moms, and crying. she told me, that was the time i knew it was time to be big sister, and be a mother figure. overcome that sense of loss, and say this boy? yes. she could tell. he made a commitment, between her and i, that she would look out for me. but not just michael. michelle, also, kept watch over christine. she was like my older sister. she dressed me, she tweezed my eyebrows, she taught me makeup. taught you about boys? exactly. all the time. she helped me write my first love letter. oh my gosh. when we were growing up, we were so like, my family called me mini michelle. now, many michelle, michael, a
were taken in by christine s family. she told me a story about, how after her mom passed away, she didn t know what to do it first until she saw michael in the garage, holding something of his moms, and crying. she told me, that was the time i knew it was time to be big sister, and be a mother figure. overcome that sense of loss, and say this boy? yes. she could tell. he made a commitment, between her and i, that she would look out for me. but not just michael. michelle, also, kept watch over christine. she was like my older sister. she dressed me, she tweezed my eyebrows, she taught me makeup. taught you about boys? exactly. all the time. she helped me write my first love letter. oh my gosh. when we were growing up, we
why d it have to happen to michelle? but it did. michelle were taken in by much of it recorded, as you will christine s family. she told me a story about how see, by those electronic beeps after her mom passed away, she and bites and pixels. didn t even know what to do at just enough to make it a truly puzzling mystery. first, until she saw michael in enough to not quite know what happened to michelle lei. the garage, holding something of one of the things i was so angry about was that nothing his mom s and crying. made sense. she told me, you know, that was nothing made sense. the time i knew, it was time to especially this. be, you know, a big sister and same night, 8:56 p.m. be a mother figure for him. michelle s nursing instructor, overcome her own sense of annoyed, baffled, worried by her loss and save this boy. oh, yeah. absence, takes a security guard to the parking lot to look for her car. 9:05 p.m. she made a sort of commitment michelle s car reenters the garag
she told me a story about how after her mom passed away she didn t even know what to do at first until she saw michael in the garage holding something of his mom s and crying. she told me, you know, that was the time i knew it was time to be a big sister and be a mother figure for him. overcome her own sense of loss and save this boy. oh, yeah. so you couldn t even tell she s having any trouble. she made a sort of commitment to between her and i that she would look out for me. keith morrison: but not just michael. michelle also kept watch over krystine. she was my like my older sister. she dressed me, she helped tweeze my eyebrows, she taught me how to do make-up. taught you about boys. yeah, we talked about boys all the time. she helped me write my first love letters. oh my gosh, when we were growing up we were so alike that my family called me mini michelle.