I went down the creaking stairs. When I opened the front door, cold wind clawed at my face. For a minute, I just stayed there, staring at Soho Square. The first tremor hit me. I gripped the doorframe. The dosshouse was safe. I shouldn’t leave it. But the streets were my life. I had fought tooth and nail to get back to this citadel. I knew the location of every security camera in this section. I would be fine.
