“Mommy I love you.”
That text chilled my soul.
It came from Eddie Justice, who was hiding in a bathroom at Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, trapped there by an unhinged gunman who would kill 49 people and injure 53 others.
In his final moments, in the early hours of June 12, Justice — a grown man, an accountant who lived in an Orlando condo and loved to dance — reached out to his mother, Mina Justice.
For help. For comfort. For protection.
In those moments, he begged her to alert police. “Call them mommy. Now.”
Two syllables. Five letters.
One word that changes everything.