**My Son Helped a Blind Elderly Man Buy Groceries — Then Black SUVs Suddenly Appeared at Our Home**
He Bought a Stranger’s Groceries. I Thought It Was Nothing—Until Black SUVs Lined Our Street. I used to joke that our world was small enough to fit in the back seat of my beat-up Corolla. Just me and Malik—my son, my storm, my reason—tucked inside a life built from microwaved leftovers, pawn shop heaters, and …