His death was never meant to matter. It was supposed to vanish inside a headline, flattened into a sterile phrase that made everyone feel safe enough to look away. But his friends won’t. His patients won’t. The city won’t. They drag his name back into the light, refusing to let him be filed away as noise. Every vigil, every correction, every trembling voice on a microphone becomes a small, furious rebellion against the story being forced on them. The truth is not tidy. It is bloody, complicated, and filled with witnesses who will not forget the way his body fell, or the way the sirens arrived too la…
Continues…
