Now, all the sounds I found restful moments before just put me on edge. Every twig snapping or scuttling animal has me jerking my head to peer through the brush with a racing heart.

All the while, as I hurry back, I can’t help but recall my father’s recent words.

“You never know when an attack might surprise you.”

Well, looks like he was right. Turns out there are more dangers in a retirement town than getting lost or falling down a ravine.

As I’m moving at a near run, it doesn’t ...