“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 stark contrast of my bespoke charcoal suit against the urban decay. I ignored them all, rounding the hood to open Sofia’s door.

“Lead the way,” I instructed.

The interior of the tenement was an assault on the senses—a potent cocktail of festering mildew, stale grease, and despair. The wooden handrails were splintered and unmoored. Sofia ascended continue reading …