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It was a Tuesday. Just before 4pm.
The day was as ordinary as they come. If it weren’t for what happened, the day would have been entirely lost to memory.
My twin sister and I had done some grocery shopping and were walking home together.
As we talked, I made eye contact with a fairly normal looking young man heading towards us. I gave him a nod of acknowledgment. It’s strange how we do that – almost as a primal instinct to assess our environment for potential danger.
Even in retrospect, I know that this man did not make me feel uneasy. I didn’t flinch or consider crossing the road. In my mind, I existed in a bubble – even though I was occupying a public space, my body remained private.
And then it popped.