I just have to knock. I can't do this. How am I supposed to deliver the worst news she will ever here in her life? I couldn't just owl her, this wasn't something you tell a woman through a letter. I've been standing outside her front door for what feels like hours, but it's really only been a matter of minutes. How am I supposed to look her in the eye and tell her that her daughter and son-in-law are dead? Even worse, telling her that her daughter was murdered at the wand of her own sister? Why can't I just knock? She deserves to know. I take a deep breath as if it will be my last. This is it. Just knock.