Into The Fog: The Sweetheart Murders

Posted on November 6, 2013 by


Fog (Photo credit: rchughta)

They disappeared into the fog that night.

Months of preparation for the play culminated on a foggy night on December 20, 1980. I hadn’t really noticed how in love they were with each other-we were too busy with the mice, party guests, Chinese and Russian dancers running about backstage. Just turned 15, I felt the delicious taste of freedom that comes with a job and being out at night.

I sometimes wonder what would have happened if we’d traded places that night…if instead of climbing into our warm old Volvo  with my mom in the parking lot, what if I had been Sabrina? No one in our tiny town would think twice about stopping to pick up ice cream with your boyfriend and heading off in the tule fog to a birthday party.

Our town is safe.

Was safe.

They named them the ‘Sweetheart Murders’ after they found their bodies a few days later, 30 miles away in a ravine. They died together, tragically, painfully, unnecessarily. I remember seeing his sister at school; she was a normal kid. Just like everyone else, except for this one thing. I wasn’t sure what happens to you when you die, but I knew what happened to everyone else.

John and Sabrina, Sweetheart Murders

Only 18 and full of life and love and promise, they left our little college town absolutely shattered. For years we lived in the shadow of their memory, wondering who among us could have the capacity to snuff out two lives so gentle and innocent. We settled back into our lives, and we picked up the bits and pieces of our memories and went on. We endured the theories, the false leads, the abrupt endings to arrests we thought would show us the answers to that night and bring us back to that time of innocence, the time of well-being, when all our parents felt safe letting us out on a foggy night. Their families never recovered.

Thirty years later, their killer has been tried and convicted. The children still gather on the same stage to celebrate the season, unaware of the love that was lost that night. Volvos still rumble through the parking lot, scooping up Clara, the Mouse King and flower dancers after rehearsal. We have our own children now, and watch them find their way through the world with a caution we never knew before that night. We think of John and Sabrina and hug each other a little closer, remembering how easy it is to disappear into the fog at night.

This post was inspired by The Last Winter of Dani Lancing, a novel by P.D. Viner. Twenty years ago, college student Dani was murdered but her killer was never found.  Now a promising new lead may change everything. Join From Left to Write on November 7 as we discuss The Last Winter of Dani Lancing.  As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.


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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Comments: 15

  • Nettie

    July 18, 2016

    Thanks for helping me to see things in a direffent light.

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  • Kate Bowen

    November 15, 2013

    Jennifer, Dena and I looked for John and Sabrina that night in the fog. Something I’ll never forget. We were called in the middle of the night, assembled at the Williams’ house, and were assigned parts of the county to search in the night. Their murder changed my life and haunts me on those foggy Davis nights in December.

    • Jennifer Wolfe

      November 15, 2013

      Oh Kate, thank you so much for sharing this. I remember you then, long before we were friends, and can only imagine the terror and grief you experienced that night. These kinds of experiences never leave our hearts, helping us to remember to hug our babies one more time. Hugs to you these foggy nights.

    • Jennifer Wolfe

      November 10, 2013

      Thanks, Kim. It was and still is so horrible to think about-as is any murder. I don’t think Ill ever understand this aspect of the human condition.

    • Jennifer Wolfe

      November 6, 2013

      Kim, it really was. As a kid I’m not quite sure if I felt it the same way I do now as an adult and a parent…but the memory is always there.

  • Martha

    November 6, 2013

    What an intense memory to keep with you for so many years, but then again, how could you forget! That is really a tragic story, like so many other pointless murders.
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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      November 6, 2013

      Martha, it really was an intense experience, and as a mother now I’m interpreting it in a whole new way. Pointless, senseless murders of children never cease to bring me to tears. Thanks for commenting -Jennifer

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