It’s been two weeks since the brutal murder at the Radnor Wawa and we’re still aghast.

We didn’t know Stephanie MIller personally, but her death seems personal. We’re taking it personally.

She walked among us.

Her 6-year-old son goes to school here.

We’ve bought coffee at that Wawa.

The store on Old Sugartown has reopened, its floors scrubbed. The only hint of the horror that happened here: a makeshift memorial on a window ledge.