In the days that followed, the community of Frisco wrapped itself around the Angle and Brito families, trying to offer warmth where no comfort could ever be enough. Classmates left flowers at the base of a tree now etched into local memory, a place that once meant nothing and now holds every parent’s worst fear. Teachers remembered Elizabeth’s quiet determination, Gracie’s fierce loyalty, and the way their laughter filled hallways that suddenly felt cavernous and cold.
Vigils were held under the same winter sky that had drawn the girls outside, candles flickering against the wind as prayers, sobs, and stories mingled in the chilled air. Friends spoke not only of how the girls died, but how they lived—how they loved fiercely, worked hard, and lifted others. In their absence, Frisco has been forced to look more tenderly at its children, to hold them closer, and to confront how a single reckless moment can redraw the borders of an entire town’s heart.
