PART 1
Parking Garage Vandalism was not something I ever imagined would become the moment that divided my life into two completely different chapters—the calm life I thought I had, and the complicated truth that was quietly waiting underneath it.
At seven months pregnant, my daily routine had become predictable and slow, filled mostly with doctor visits, prenatal vitamins, and the constant awareness that every small decision now affected another life growing inside me. That afternoon had begun just like dozens of others. I had spent nearly two hours at my obstetrician’s office in downtown Denver while Dr. Hastings measured the baby, listened to the heartbeat, and reassured me that everything looked healthy.
