Tracy Reiner’s voice trembled as her world fell apart.
Her father, filmmaker Rob Reiner, and her stepmother Michele were gone — their Brentwood home transformed from a place of comfort into a crime scene overnight.
The headlines came quickly. Then the details.
But nothing prepared the public for the sound of a daughter grieving her father in real time.
When Tracy finally spoke, her words were not those of a public figure issuing a statement. They were the words of a daughter trying to hold herself together. She called her family “the greatest ever” — a simple phrase that carried the weight of countless moments now lost: shared meals, unfinished conversations, and the quiet reassurance only family brings.
