His voice was barely above a whisper.

On the other end of a 911 call, a child tried to be brave as his world collapsed just feet away. His hands shook. His words stumbled. Still, he did everything he had been taught to do. He called for help. He told the dispatcher the truth. He begged them to hurry.

“My dad is hurting my mom.”

In the background, fear filled the air. Then came screams — raw, desperate, unforgettable. And then… silence.

By the time police arrived, Suzette Flores was dead.

What remained were her children — left not only without their mother, but with the haunting memory of hearing her final moments through a phone line meant to save lives. A child followed every rule, made the right call, and still lost everything that mattered.

This is not just a story about violence.

It’s a story about innocence forced into adulthood in seconds.
About a child who acted with courage no child should ever need to summon.

Suzette was more than a victim. She was a mother. A presence. A voice her children will ache to hear again.

And now, the echo of that 911 call lingers — a reminder that sometimes the deepest wounds are the ones no one can see, carried quietly by children who did everything right… and were still left with everything gone. 🕯️💔