Ten years ago this town was different. Back when people still knew their neighbors and wouldn't think twice about waving from across the street. That was before.

Now we have news like what happened last night: John Biden, son-in-law to our First Lady, is indicted for murdering his wife, Linda Stevenson. They were married in a small white chapel down on Main Street and everyone thought they had the perfect life.

No one expected this. No one saw it coming. Not even her closest friends knew she was struggling with an abusive husband until it was too late.

Back when I was younger, you could walk around at night without fear. Now we lock our doors and keep the windows shut tight. And yet, here's another story about someone who thought they were safe behind their walls.

John Biden has been charged with second-degree murder after a reported domestic disturbance turned fatal. The police arrived to find Linda dead inside their home on Oak Lane.

The pattern is all too familiar. This isn't the first time violence broke out in that house. Last year, there were reports of John threatening his wife during an argument and it took months before anyone did anything about it.

Why do we wait? Why does law enforcement hesitate until things escalate to murder?

The change started years ago, long before I ever saw Joe Biden's name in the papers. Since then, people have become more hesitant to speak up and less willing to help each other out.

But we used to do better than this. We had community, and with that came responsibility towards our neighbors.