He followed me off the highway. I was shaking so much, my hands slipped off the wheel.

I panicked and honked back. He swerved toward me—and I realized how quickly things turn from bad to dangerous.

Their horn kept blaring. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest.

I felt my blood boil after being cut off and screamed at by another driver—I thought, this is more than just rude driving.