When the bullet pierced her back and cracked her spine, Vanessa Sims began to blame herself. Why was she, at eight months pregnant, on North Avenue at midnight?
“That was so inappropriate,” she still says of being out that night.
It was Father’s Day and the moon rose full above East Baltimore. Stay in bed, her boyfriend had told her. He would pick up the fried rice she craved.
Instead, she left their …
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