“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…

out. “I keep waiting for the floor to collapse. I keep waiting to wake up coughing on that festering mattress on Maple Street.”

“I will burn the city to the ground before I let that happen,” I vowed.

Two weeks later, the ghosts of the past seemed to have finally retreated. Lena’s health returned with a fierce vibrancy, her cheeks flushed with color, continue reading …