It happened so fast, yet every moment burned into my memory, like a frame by frame in a horror movie, etched in searing painful detail.

One moment, I was stepping onto the sidewalk, showing off my long legs, the crisp morning air sharp in my lungs, the click of my heels echoing like a metronome. The next, a blur of motion, a man on an electric bicycle, impossibly fast, silent, coming toward me like a missile.