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I was barely nineteen when I first walked into Lake Hills Church. At the time, I belonged to another church—a place I now recognize as healthy, steady, and grounded in a way I didn’t fully appreciate then. It had leadership without intimidation, structure without control, and a sense of safety I didn’t yet understand the value of. Looking back now, I regret leaving that church, because I did not realize at the time what I was stepping into. My parents had started attending La

If we are going to talk about December 1996, we have to tell the whole truth about it. Not just the case that captured attention, but the ones that didn’t. Not just the story that became familiar, but the ones that remain unknown.

The uncomfortable truth is that most people will never encounter this world directly. But for those who do—whether through investigation, advocacy, or personal experience—the clarity is unavoidable. The line between fantasy and reality is not fixed. It is porous. And while most people never cross it, enough have that we can no longer afford to pretend the boundary always holds.

Despite extensive efforts, no confirmed sightings have ever been made. No one has been charged. No clear explanation has emerged.

If you know something—anything—now is the time to come forward. Call the Bureau of Indian Affairs at (833) 560-2065. You may be holding the one truth that her family has been waiting for.

I was born into a belief system that never described itself as controlling, and that distinction is more important than most people realize.

My work has never been about headlines or quick stories. It has always been about cases that linger -- the ones that don't get solved.

In the true crime culture, a gap exists between storytelling and responsibility.