Danger doesn’t always roar; sometimes it waits. A parking lot. A stranger. A message thread that felt safe until it didn’t. Your pulse quickens before your brain finds the reason. Then you notice it: a painted handshake under harsh lights, cameras watching like silent witnesses. The air feels charged, different, as if the ground itself is drawing a li… Continues…
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