In the days after the shooting, Minneapolis became a city of candles and questions. Vigils formed outside the VA hospital and along the sidewalk where Alex fell, people clutching photos, flowers, and hand-written signs demanding answers. His colleagues spoke in broken sentences about the nurse who stayed late, took extra shifts, and calmed terrified patients in the dead of night. Now they were the ones searching for calm in a storm made of rumors, press conferences, and grainy clips replayed online.
As state investigators sift through body-camera footage, bystander videos, and conflicting statements, the story has become larger than one street, one operation, or one man. It has become a test of whether truth can survive politics, and whether accountability can coexist with fear-driven enforcement. In the space between what officials insist and what witnesses remember, a family waits for clarity that will never bring their son back, but might keep someone else alive.
