The perception of guilt and a lack of grace

I remember clearly driving in Boulder not long after the murder wondering if "the house" was nearby -- stewing the anger. We had only been in the state (in Coloardo Springs) a short time and were immersed in the blitz of coverage that swarmed on the town. Of the places we loved to travel in the weekends, Boulder was always top on our list. We would stroll through the shopping districts of downtown Boulder, take hikes, watch concerts, paint pottery. But after the murders, the town felt eerie and troubled. Both of us "knew" someone in the the family was guilty. Maybe it was the mom because she was forcing her daughter to live her failed beauty pagent dreams. Or perhaps the dad felt he had to kill the thing that he believed his wife loved more than him. We were convinced. For years -- one of them is guilty of killing JonBenet. We were wrong. Most of us were. The news hinted at their guilt. We drove an innocent family into exile. Sometimes there is justice in the world, it just comes later than we want.