The walk home is supposed to be safe. A Tuesday evening, ordinary and calm. A young nurse steps from the bus, the steam from her coffee a ghost in the cool air. The crosswalk signal chirps. Her keys jingle. A single buzz from her phone as a streetlight paints a long shadow on the pavement.
These are the last verifiable seconds. Moments that seem harmless, but form a perilous pattern. Our routi...
