“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…

the spot. “I am perfectly fine. I just… I skipped breakfast this morning.”

A quiet, bitter curse escaped my lips. I cursed the city’s apathy. I cursed a broken society. I cursed my own opulent isolation.

“Step inside,” I said, manually pushing the heavy gate wider. “I am going to provide you with hydration and sustenance. I absolutely refuse to let you continue reading …