Aug. 7 started like any other Thursday. I woke up, prayed, made coffee and went to get the trashcans from the side of the road.
On my way there, I saw a cigarette with a chewed up filter lying underneath my car on the passenger side. At the time, I hadn’t smoked a cigarette in 537 days.
Suspicious, I decided to give my car a once over to make sure no vandals had paid a visit. Thankfully, no one trashed my car, but it was apparent that someone had been in it.