“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…

smog-choked avenues, eventually surrendering to fractured pavement and decaying infrastructure as we plunged eastward into the city’s forgotten arteries. Sofia sat rigidly in the leather passenger seat, white-knuckling her sack of citrus and the silver frame like a dual lifeline.

“Which exit do I take?” I demanded, my jaw locked so tightly my molars continue reading …