PART 1 — THE MOMENT THE GIRL RAN INTO TRAFFIC
The moment the girl ran into traffic, everything on Franklin Avenue seemed to stop at once.
It was late afternoon in a quiet neighborhood outside Cleveland, Ohio, the kind of street where nothing truly dramatic ever happened. Maple trees lined the sidewalks, a grocery store sat quietly on the corner, and parents usually walked their children home from school around that hour. The hum of traffic was steady but calm, interrupted occasionally by the rumble of a delivery truck or the distant barking of a dog behind someone’s fence.
