I just finished the season two finale of The Killing.
I haven’t cried on a single episode. Until there were 10 minutes left. The face in Mitch and Stan. Hearing Rosie’s cry.
My heart broke. It’s still broken.
When I started this I didn’t understand how I was going to watch 26 episodes of a crime show based on one murder. And yet I did and I loved it. It was slow going but as everything unraveled, it was the perfect show.
I can’t wait to watch the next two seasons but I also can’t believe it’s over.









