I caught a shivering boy stealing bread. As I grabbed his arm, he sobbed, “Please don’t call the police, my brothers are starving and mom hasn’t woken up in two days.” skeptical, I followed him to his rundown apartment. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart froze…

city, where the pavement bled into muddy, flooded dirt roads. She disappeared into a labyrinth of rusted corrugated metal and rotting wood. I ordered my driver to wait, stepping out into the deluge. I followed the small, muddy footprints to a collapsing shack at the end of a blind alley.

I pushed the creaking wooden door open. The stench of damp decay continue reading …