Not because 50 is a big number, but because every one of those signatures came from someone who felt the same spark of outrage I did. Fifty people who said, “No. Not this time.” Fifty people who refused to let this slide quietly into the swamp of forgotten tragedies.

Momentum is a strange thing. It starts as a whisper, then it becomes a pulse, then it becomes a drumbeat you can feel in your ribs. That’s where we are now.

Thank you for standing with this. Thank you for refusing to look away. Let’s keep going.

If you believe this fight matters, share it. Every signature is another body in the ring.