I started by completing trusting this woman and feeling such pain for her. Then as I watched & noticed, my gut said ‘something just feels off’. Then I saw Charlie’s parents & saw their fallen faces, the quiet, aching grief & shock deep inside of them and I realized; Erika’s grief is surface. It doesn’t penetrate past her face & skin. I still held on to about 10% of belief that maybe I was wrong… maybe I’m just not reading her right. I researched her ties to Intelligence Agencies and thought maybe it’s just a coincidence … Then today she steps out in THOSE PANTS. 👀. Perhaps it’s weird to say; but this is the point where I say I’m out. As a woman, and a mum, those skin tight leather pants just aren’t “My heart is broken and my life has been shattered” attire. That’s “I’m hot. And I want you to notice”. I’m done. I’m out on Erika. I’m trusting my gut.