A Stranger Grabbed My Wrist on a Dark Street – His Next Sentence Made My Knees Buckle

You learn how to survive here: keys between fingers, no eye contact after dark.

You learn to walk as if you’re late, even though you’re just trying to make it home.

Last Tuesday, I picked Lily up late — again.

She was already in her unicorn pajamas, lying in Marisol’s recliner with a blanket tucked under her chin.

My baby stirred when I lifted her, then drifted back to sleep in my arms.

The air outside bit through my coat on that bitterly cold night.

I tightened my hold on Lily and kept my head down.

We were halfway down the block when someone grabbed my wrist!

My breath caught in my chest as if it had nowhere to go!

Instinct took over.

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