News Dogs, Manhattan, NY (2026)

01/13/2026

Fourteen-year-old Cali Agent had just turned 14 when her life ended in an instant.

That evening, she was crossing the street when she was struck by a car. Emergency crews rushed to help, but the injuries were too severe. Less than an hour later, Cali was gone.

She was known as “Kitty” to those who loved her—a gentle, kind-hearted girl who adored animals, especially cats, and found joy in music, school, and helping others. Friends remember her as warm and funny, the kind of person who made people feel seen. Teachers saw a student full of promise and determination.

Her mother says Cali dreamed of working with animals one day, of making the world a little kinder. That future disappeared in seconds, leaving a family shattered and classmates struggling to understand how someone so full of light could be taken so suddenly.

Now, candles burn where laughter once lived. A community grieves a child who should still be dreaming, growing, and discovering who she was meant to become.

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01/13/2026

Braun Levi was only 18 when his life ended in a moment that never should have happened.

He was a rising tennis star, a three-time team captain, a young man who had already survived disaster once and was preparing for his future. That night, he was walking with a friend when a car struck him without warning. Braun died instantly.

Hours later, authorities confirmed what made the loss even harder to accept: the driver’s blood alcohol level was more than twice the legal limit. A completely preventable decision had erased a life full of promise.

Months passed before the driver was arrested and charged with murder. The delay deepened the family’s pain, forcing them to grieve while waiting for accountability. Investigators later revealed the driver had a history of DUI offenses, raising painful questions about how many warnings had already been missed.

Braun’s family has since filed a massive wrongful death lawsuit, not only for justice, but to expose the danger of repeat impaired drivers. Friends and teammates remember him for more than his talent — they remember his leadership, kindness, and the future he was building, including plans to play college tennis.

What haunts so many is the simplicity of it all: one reckless choice, one impaired driver, one young life gone forever.

Justice may move forward in court, but Braun’s absence is permanent.

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01/13/2026

She went to a birthday party.
She never came home.

Nine-year-old Trinity Rayne Ottoson-Smith was jumping on a trampoline with other kids when gunfire suddenly tore through the yard. A bullet meant for someone else struck her in the head. The celebration turned into screaming and chaos as Trinity collapsed in front of her friends.

Police rushed her to the hospital, breaking protocol to give her a chance. For twelve days, she fought — machines breathing for her, her family praying for a miracle.

On the twelfth day, she died.

Trinity loved TikTok, makeup, drawing, Roblox, sports, and being outside. She was a child who loved being alive — and she was killed by violence she had nothing to do with.

Her death wasn’t alone. Within weeks, other children were also shot, turning playgrounds, cars, and birthday parties into crime scenes. A city was left asking why children keep paying the price.

Justice has been slow. Answers remain missing. And a little girl who should be growing up is now a name carried in grief.

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01/13/2026

She lived only nine days.

I’ijayah Johnson was a newborn — tiny, fragile, brand new to the world — when violence ended her life. She was rushed to the hospital unresponsive, her body covered in injuries no baby should ever have: burns, broken bones, head trauma, signs of shaking. Doctors tried to save her, but it was too late.

Her death was ruled a homicide.

Investigators later revealed the extent of what she endured in her short life. Severe burns on her feet. Fractured ribs. A broken clavicle. Multiple injuries from repeated trauma. And still, her mother described the wounds as “not all that serious.”

Her father later pleaded guilty to second-degree murder. Her mother pleaded guilty to child abuse with serious injury. A murder charge was dropped.

What makes this harder is what came before her death.

There were warnings. Her grandfather said he begged for help. He feared for her life. He said no one listened.

Nine days after being born, I’ijayah was gone.

A baby who never had a chance to be held safely, to be protected, to be loved the way every child deserves.

Her story is not just about brutality — it is about ignored warnings, missed chances, and a system that failed a newborn who could not speak for herself.

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01/12/2026

A teenage boy was found shot and left on the ground.

Antonio “TJ” Thornton Jr. was only 17 — a firstborn son, an honor student, a basketball player, a church youth with plans for college and dreams of becoming an engineer. He was weeks away from graduation. Weeks away from the life his mother had already imagined for him.

Instead, he was killed and abandoned.

“They left my baby out there,” his mother said. “They just left him.”

TJ helped his mom run her business. He showed up. He followed through. He had a future — and someone took it, then walked away as if it meant nothing.

No arrests have been made. No answers yet. Just a mother asking why her son’s life was taken… and why no one cared enough to call for help.

Someone knows what happened.

And silence only guarantees another family will feel this pain next.

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01/12/2026

Tonight, a mother lost her youngest daughter, Kali, to an asthma attack.

She writes with shaking hands, trying to breathe for the child who could no longer breathe for herself. She knows her baby was scared. She knows Kali was looking for her. And the thought of those final moments is a pain no words can hold.

Kali was the baby of the family — bold in her own gentle way, always calling “Mommy” until she had her full attention, always smiling like she’d won something precious. She loved the smallest things: warm blankets, floating bubbles, sunlight turning dust into glitter. Ordinary moments that now feel impossibly far away.

The attack didn’t come like thunder. It came quietly. A cough. A pause. A whispered “Mommy.”
Her mother moved instantly — calming her voice, counting breaths, holding her child, believing that love and steadiness could still bring her back.

But asthma can steal air silently, inch by inch. And sometimes, love isn’t enough.

What haunts her most isn’t just the panic or the struggle — it’s the way Kali kept searching her face, believing her mother could fix everything. Tonight, she couldn’t.

Now the house is full of proof that Kali existed — fingerprints, toys, tiny hair ties — and a silence that hurts more than noise ever could. And the questions won’t let her rest. Where the system failed. Where help came too late. Why asthma is still treated as dangerous only after it’s already too late.

This mother refuses to be quiet. She refuses to let her daughter become a statistic, a headline, a sentence people scroll past. She will demand answers. She will demand accountability. She will say Kali’s name until it echoes.

“I can’t hold my baby anymore,” she writes. “So I will hold her story.”

Tonight, she sends her daughter home — but she is not finished.
Not even close.

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01/12/2026

Torrance Mchie was only 28, but she carried everything inside her—love, warmth, and a fierce will to live for her baby boy.

When her health began to fail, Torrance didn’t give up. She fought. She asked questions. She begged for time. Doctors told her she had days left, and she went public—not for sympathy, but for a chance to stay alive long enough to raise her son.

Then the unthinkable happened. Her health insurance was cut. The chemotherapy she needed was denied. The treatment that could have given her more time—more hugs, more mornings, more hope—was suddenly out of reach.

She was still fighting. She still wanted to live.

What hurt most wasn’t just the illness. It was knowing there was strength left in her body, love left in her heart, and no permission to use the care that might have saved her. A young mother was forced to face death not because she stopped fighting, but because a system said no.

Torrance worried about one thing until the end: whether her son would remember her voice, her love, her presence. She poured everything she had into loving him, believing that love would find a way to stay.

She was a mother, a daughter, a sister—someone who mattered deeply. Her loss left a silence that will never feel right.

And her story leaves a question that refuses to go away.

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01/12/2026

Two children were killed by the very person meant to protect them.

That night, Lamora Williams was alone with her two young sons. There was no robbery. No intruder. Just a closed apartment and a horrifying decision.

Somehow, the boys—only one and two years old—lost their lives. Afterward, their bodies were placed inside an oven and turned on, as if fire could erase the truth.

The next morning, their father saw a scene no parent should ever witness and called police in terror. When officers arrived, the smell of burning still hung in the air. Toys were scattered across the floor. The apartment was unnaturally silent.

Lamora lied. Then changed her story. At times she broke down; at others she was disturbingly calm. The evidence never wavered: this was not an accident. This was murder.

In court, the truth emerged—injuries, burn patterns, and facts that could not be denied. She was charged with murder and cruelty to children. No sentence could ever equal the loss of two innocent lives.

The city mourned. Flowers, candles, and stuffed animals appeared outside the apartment. And the same questions echoed again and again: Why were the warning signs missed? Why didn’t help come sooner?

The boys never had the chance to grow up. What remains is grief—and a chilling reminder that sometimes, the greatest danger comes from within the home.

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01/12/2026

A 24-year-old man was found shot multiple times inside a home. He died before help could save him. He was preparing to become a father. That future ended in seconds.

Police say the person who pulled the trigger was not an adult—but a 14-year-old middle school student.

After the shooting, the teen fled, triggering days of fear, locked doors, and heightened school security. Parents were warned. Communities stayed on edge. Then, nearly two days later, police found the suspect and took him into custody without incident.

Investigators have not released a motive. What remains are questions no one is ready to answer: how a child gained access to a gun, what led to that moment, and how one decision destroyed two lives at once.

One family is mourning a son and a father who will never be. Another is facing the reality that their child’s life is now defined by a homicide charge—before high school is even finished.

Two futures ended in one night.

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01/12/2026

He fought longer than any child ever should.

Julian Galloway has passed away.

Just days before Christmas, the 10-year-old boy whose courage united strangers and filled countless hearts with hope lost his long battle with brain cancer. He passed peacefully, held in the arms of his parents, Lee and Monica, surrounded by love.

Julian was diagnosed just before Christmas years ago, turning what should have been a season of joy into a lifelong fight. He endured treatments, pain, and fear with a quiet strength that humbled everyone who followed his journey. He smiled when he could. He laughed when he had the strength. And he never stopped inspiring.

He became more than a patient.
He became a symbol of courage.
A reminder that bravery doesn’t need to be loud.

His story reached far beyond his family, raising awareness for childhood brain cancer and giving strength to other families fighting the same battle. He was honored as an honorary police officer—not for a badge, but for the fearless heart he carried.

Now, his parents face a Christmas forever changed. No small voice. No laughter. Only memories of a boy who showed the world what true courage looks like.

Julian may be gone, but his light remains—in every prayer, every act of kindness, and every child still fighting.

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01/12/2026

They said Pastor DaQuarius Green was gone.

They said it happened inside his own home.
They said the children were there.

The words spread fast, but the meaning landed slowly. A man known for prayer and comfort was gone, and young eyes had seen what no child should ever witness.

Authorities allege his wife was responsible. The case will move through courts, but grief didn’t wait for charges or timelines. It arrived immediately — in the church pews, in whispered prayers, in the unbearable question everyone kept asking: How did this happen in front of the children?

People remembered DaQuarius as a listener, a steady presence, someone who carried others’ pain quietly. Now the community was left holding his — and worrying about the children whose lives changed in seconds.

Faith did not protect them. Silence did not save them.

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01/12/2026

“Closing my baby up was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

That’s how this mother describes the night her world ended.

She lost her youngest daughter, Kali, to a sudden asthma attack. She watched her child fight for air. She watched fear fill her eyes. And for the first time, she couldn’t fix it.

Kali wasn’t just her daughter — she was her twin, her everything. A child she rushed to the ER again and again, choosing oxygen over convenience, life over money, instinct over judgment. She knew asthma could kill. She had spent years trying to outrun that truth.

And still, it caught them.

Asthma isn’t “just wheezing.” It’s panic. It’s suffocation. It’s watching your child lose breath while time slips through your fingers.

Now her house is too quiet. Too empty. And her grief has turned into purpose.

She refuses to let Kali become a statistic. She’s taking her daughter’s name to every system that failed her. She’s speaking because silence is what injustice depends on.

“To every mother,” she says, “trust your instincts. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re doing too much. Doing too much can save a life.”

Kali is gone. But her mother is still listening — and she’s making sure the world hears her too.

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