It was 5:15 AM on a Friday morning in 2015. Karissa, my girlfriend, was heading off to the early morning yoga class that she taught.
As part of our ritual, half asleep, I muttered “Have fun at yoga”, then rolled over and went back to sleep. Those words would prove to be the last I ever said to her.On her way to teach yoga, Karissa was attacked.
She was ambushed, shot and killed by an ex-boyfriend who subsequently took his own life—a tragedy of unfathomable proportion.
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