For days, members of SP told stories about my life through tears, anger and laughter. There was, however, no talk of punishment or vengeance. Neither would bring me back. After weeks of centering my family members and friends, and of showering them with love, support, and food. The SP community turned its attention to my killer. Evie was included in all of the previous circles. And so she had experienced the community's outpouring of grief and loss. She heard stories about my life. She knew the extent of the pain felt by my community. After she killed me, she turned herself in to my parents. Her first words to them were. Where will you put me. They responded in unison. In circle.