They were mother and son inside that car they found both dea…See more

The mother, once described as warm and devoted, is now remembered in photographs taped to a streetlight, her smile frozen beside her son’s.

People speak in hushed tones about

the weight she carried, wondering how close she came to asking for help, and how many chances the world had to notice her breaking.

In the days that follow, grief begins to harden into a quiet resolve.

Neighbors check on each other more. Parents hold their children a little longer. Behind every closed door,

he question lingers: who else is barely holding on, waiting for someone to knock and say, “I see you, and you’re not alone”?