Her husband learned of her death from a trooper. Her friends learned of her death from her husband. Her regular customers learned when Robin Wallace wasn't behind the counter at the McDonald's where she worked for more than a decade.
Wallace, 48, grew up in Naples and graduated from Lely High School. On Saturday, she was riding her bicycle on Estey Avenue near Embassy Lane when she was hit by a car and killed.
The driver left without stopping; Wallace was already dead when troopers found her around 11:30 a.m.
Investigators have a lead from physical evidence left at the scene, but need witnesses to come forward with more information, said Lt. Greg Bueno, a Florida Highway Patrol spokesman.
"Unfortunately, there's not much to go on," he said.
Troopers also are asking for help piecing together a timeline from anyone who might have seen Wallace between 11 a.m. and 11:26 a.m. Saturday. She was riding a green mountain bike and wearing a blue striped shirt and a pair of grey shorts, Bueno said.
A memorial for Wallace will be Saturday at the Naples Funeral Home from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., with a service at 3. She will be missed, of course, by friends and family, but also by some who never knew her name.
"I didn't know you very well. But I'll miss seeing you in McDonald's," someone wrote in a note left at a makeshift memorial at the place Wallace was killed. "I hope you're happy and at peace."
Shortly after Wallace was killed, a neighbor called her husband, John, at work and told him a bunch of patrol cars were in front of his house.
"You need to get home now," John Wallace recalled the neighbor saying.
A trooper showed John Wallace a photo from Robin's license and asked if it was his wife. He said yes.
"I hate to tell you this," the trooper said, according to John, "but she's no longer with you."
John Wallace, 49, met Robin 32 years ago at a bowling alley when she sat down and struck up a conversation with him. Shortly after, she asked him to help her move.
"Where are you moving to?" he remembers asking her.
"Can I move in with you?" she said.
Four years later, they were married. The couple had two children, Virginia and Richard.
Robin Wallace always had her nose in a book; usually a romance or mystery novel. She loved holidays — the Christmas lights she made John hang were so bright the kids joked their house looked like an airport.
She was affectionate. "She was 5-foot-2 and 135 pounds, but she would hug you and you'd feel like you were hugging a football player," her daughter Virginia Wallace, 24, said.
John worked construction and Robin was a manager at McDonald's.
She worked nights; he worked days. It was hard to spend time together. Shortly before Robin was killed, she and John went on a cruise to the Bahamas to fix that.
The morning of Robin's bike ride, John talked to her on the phone. She had just gotten a new bike seat; she said it was comfy.
"Many people know when someone's going to pass away," Virginia Wallace said. "No one had the chance to know this was going to happen."
"I didn't get to give her a kiss goodbye," her husband said.
Each night before he goes to sleep, John Wallace goes back to the place where his wife died. He said he'll do this until someone admits to the crash, and probably even after that.
He has to. He needs to say good night.