It was two o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon. I was early for school pickup, scrolling through work emails while sitting in my car. That’s when I saw him. He was enormous—a mountain of a man in a black leather vest, a grey beard reaching his chest, and tattoos covering his arms. He walked slowly through the parking lot, stopping at each parked car, cupping his hands around the glass to peer inside. My immediate reaction was fear. The news had been full of reports about a spike in car break-ins targeting parents during school hours. This man looked like the...
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