SITTING on the brown stone steps, a green-haired woman sighed, her voice was hoarse and her eyes wet with tears. Her name is Frankie Angels. Angels’ son was shot dead, his killer was never found. “They took my past, also my future. I wasn’t ready for that,” she said.

Two years later she was still tormented by the same emotions. An unnamed feeling. “There are no words for parents who have lost their children. Not a s