The sun cast a warm glow on the University of Houston as I strolled through the bustling campus, my mind buzzing with the anticipation of a new day. But the vibrant atmosphere suddenly shifted as I approached the central square. A group of people, their faces etched with anguish, stood clustered together, holding placards with bold demands for justice.
I felt an involuntary pull toward the commotion, curiosity giving way to a heavy realization. The placards bore Jake Anderson's name, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that befell him. As I drew closer, the voices of Jake's family members rose in a chorus of grief and frustration. Their words echoed through the air, carrying the weight of an unbearable loss.
"Justice for Jake!" they chanted, their voices pleading for acknowledgment, for a
