that just done it for me, i can t even think about how scared she was. it a mother s worst mother s worst nightmare nightmare. you ll there are no signs to get there just follow the rough sandy trail down from the subdivisions above, turned a corner, and there it is, the creek. i twisties slow-moving body of water in north carolina it s nothing less than a undiscovered garden of eden for teenagers plane hockey from high school. it s like going to the beach for us, it s just a vacation when caroline nose was a high school freshman, and terrified of math class when the weather was good, go right to the creek and bypass cool altogether. tell me about a day of the creek after rio about swimming was hit by the, fire and then hurry up and get back to the school take the bus home. so the creek was the place for the local kids could high out from the grown-ups, and play all day like frisky otters, in till one day in a secret teenage world collide with tragedy. i just knew i
maybe she was kidnapped. the stories did not stop, did they? no. we were getting information that they were cuddling. we have to figure out, does he have any motive to want to harm her? i see her side, right at the exit of the trail. the word help was etched into the ground. two shovels that had what appeared to be blood on them. that just did it for me. i can t even think about how scared she was. [crying] a mother s worst nightmare. there are no signs to get there, just follow the rough, sandy trail down from the subdivisions above, turn a corner, and there it is, the creek. a twisting, slow-moving body of water in north carolina, it s nothing less than an undiscovered garden of eden for teenagers playing hooky from high school. it s like going to the beach for us, it s just a vacation. when caroline was a high school freshman, and terrified of math class, if the weather was good, her decision was made. go right to the creek, and bypass s
there was another saying that she was with her mom. maybe she was abducted, maybe she was kidnapped. the stories did not stop, did? they now. we were getting information that they were cuddling. we have to figure out, does he have any motive to want to harm her? i see her side, right at the exit of the trail. the word help was etched into the ground. two shovels that had what appeared to be blood on them. that just did it for me. i can t even think about how scared she was. [crying] a mother s worth night where. there are no signs to get there, just follow the rough, sandy trail down from the subdivisions above, turn a corner, and there it is, the creek. a twisting, slow-moving body of water in north carolina, it s nothing less than an undiscovered garden of eden for teenagers playing hooky from high school. it s like going to the beach for us, it s just a vacation when when caroline was a high school freshman, and terrified of math cla
this creek and some kids trying to get her to go hang out. someone says that they saw her get in the truck. there was another story that she was a mom. maybe she was abducted? maybe she was kidnapped? the stories and stopped, a day? no. we were getting information that they were coming, we have to figure out does he have any motive to want to harm her? i see her sock, right at the exit of the trail. the world help was sketched in the ground. we saw two shovels that had, what appeared to be mud on it. that was just doing it for me. i can t even think about how scared she was. a mother s worst nightmare. there are no signs to get there, just follow the rough sandy trail down from the subdivisions above, turned a corner and there it is the quake. i twisties slow-moving body of water in north carolina it s nothing less than a undiscovered garden of eden for teenagers plane hockey from high school. it s like going to the beach for us, it s just a va
the word help was scratched in the ground. we found two shovels that had what appeared to be blood on them. that just did it for me. i can t even think about how scared she was. a mother s worst panic. there are no signs to get there. just follow the rough, sandy trail from the subdivisions above, turn a corner and there it is, a creek, a low-twisting moving body of water in north carolina, that s nothing less than a garden of eden for teenagers playing hooky from high school. it was like a beach. if the weather was good, her decision was made, go right to the creek and bypass school all together. tell me about an afternoon at the creek, caroline, what would you do? just go swimming. after we were done swimming we would sit by the fire and get dry, and hurry up and go back to the bus and take it home. they would play all day like frisky otters. innocent fun until one day when this secret teenaged world collided with tragedy. i just knew in my heart s