My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

was mostly dark. A single streetlamp flickered, casting weak light on brick buildings and quiet sidewalks. A 24-hour diner glowed at the corner, a few cars parked outside like little islands of safety.

Attorney Okafor’s office was in a narrow brick building with a plain door and a small buzzer.

Before I could press it, the door opened.

She stood there continue reading …