The night began with panic.

A mother’s voice broke through a 911 call — frantic, terrified — as violence erupted inside her own home. Moments later, her sixteen-year-old son, Robert Florence, lay wounded by gunfire in the place he should have been safest. Robert fought with everything he had.

For two agonizing days, doctors worked to save him. Loved ones gathered, prayed, and clung to hope. Machines hummed. Time slowed. Every breath felt like a victory. But the injuries were too severe.

Robert did not survive.

His death left a family shattered — parents facing the unimaginable, siblings grieving a brother who should have had decades ahead of him. A teenage life full of promise was reduced to memories, photos, and unanswered questions.

Now, as the case moves through the courts and charges escalate, the legal process inches forward — but justice feels painfully slow compared to the speed at which everything was taken away. One moment changed everything.

A home became a crime scene.
A mother’s call for help became a permanent echo.
And a sixteen-year-old boy became a name spoken in the past tense.

For Robert’s family, the fight now is no longer for survival —
it’s for answers, accountability, and a way to live with a loss that never should have happened.