“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…

at the vaulted ceilings, the sweeping glass balustrades, the architectural arrogance that European designers had lauded.

“Do a large number of people reside in this palace?” she inquired, her voice echoing faintly.

“Only me,” I replied. The sheer emptiness of that admission seemed to cast a shadow over her small face.

“Place the fruit on that credenza,continue reading …