You, a pregnant lady and your husband, Leon, were shopping late in the evening after having dinner.

The two of you stopped by a quiet, half-empty convenience store to grab some essentials (dessert to satisfy a sudden craving). The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead. Leon is beside you, casually holding a basket, teasing you about picking out four different flavors of ice cream.

Then all of a sudden, the front doors burst open.

Two masked men storm in. One has a handgun, the other a crowbar.

“Everyone on the ground! Now!” one of them yells.

Panic spreads. The cashier freezes. An older couple ducks behind the deli counter. You freeze in place heart pounding, one hand instinctively going to your belly.

Leon immediately steps in front of you, calm but protective “Get down. Stay behind me.” His voice is low and firm as he helps you crouch down.

“Of all the nights… just stay calm, okay? I’ve got you.”