Sherry Lewis's tragic murder is etched in the memories of many in Decatur, Illinois. The summer of 1994 was vibrant with anticipation for the Decatur Celebration, a cherished local event that marked the end of the season. Families prepared for school, and college students returned to Millikin University, as I too looked forward to the festivities. As the owner of a barber shop, I spent that Friday cutting hair, eager to meet my younger sisters, Terry and Sherry, later in the day.

Sherry had recently transitioned from her flourishing career in real estate. Inspired by her success, I decided to join her in this new field, drawn by her enthusiasm and remarkable achievements. She had a beautiful home by the lake, a stylish Corvette, and a reputation for excellence in her work. That day, as I arrived at her office, we briefly discussed plans to meet later in Central Park.

However, as time passed, Sherry didn't emerge from her office, and I had to leave for my appointment. I contemplated calling her to let her know I would skip the Decatur Celebration but would catch up with her over the weekend. I had a busy evening ahead, preparing for the parade with my son and his family, which excited the little girls.

Later that night, my sister Terry called in distress. Her voice trembled as she asked if I had seen Sherry. It was then that I learned the shocking news: Sherry had been found murdered. I struggled to comprehend her words, my mind racing in disbelief. Terry recounted the arrival of the coroner at our mother's house, confirming that Sherry had been brutally stabbed.

As the details unfolded, we learned that Sherry had been murdered at one of her real estate listings. The news sent shockwaves through our family, and we gathered at Sherry's home, grappling with the unfathomable loss. The police, seemingly unprepared for the gravity of the situation, allowed us to sift through Sherry's belongings, searching for answers that eluded us.

Among her things, Terry found a message she had left for Sherry, indicating she would be late. This moment of realization deepened our sorrow, as we reflected on how we had all tried to