“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

cracked and pages yellowed from heavy usage. I felt a sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia. They were the very books I had demanded be read to me every night before the corporate world hollowed me out.

“It is not a lavish item,” Margaret apologized nervously. “But it is the most sacred artifact I possessed.”

“I appreciate it,” Sofia said. Then, defying all continue reading …