Kelly Flowers is paralyzed by the same thought each morning — her brother is dead. She hides under the sheets, going through what feels like a grocery list before she can get out of bed: He’s not coming back, he’ll never meet his 2-year-old son, he didn’t deserve that. It’s an everyday routine that starts as soon as she opens her eyes. Flowers hasn’t been able to shake it since 34-year-old Cleat Knight was killed three years ago this month. His body, punctured by two bullets, was found two mon...