We were driving down the winding, country road, my mother and I, on our way home from the store. The air conditioning was blasting on full, sending welcomed chilly surges to my otherwise sweltering body. It was about 95 degrees outside, but my pregnant body made it feel like it was 110.
It was summer in Wisconsin, and though it was hot, I was happy to be spending time at one of my favorite places in the entire world, my family’s summer home. I was singing along to some pop hit on the radio when I saw him.
“What’s he doing?” I asked my mom. I squinted to see more clearly as the man walked on the shoulder of the road up ahead. My mom slowed the car as we passed him, and I instantly told her to turn the car around.