It didn’t occur to me, and, I don’t think, to Anne, the risk we were taking just by being here. We were parked in front of a house that was settled in one of the richer neighborhoods that surrounded downtown Toronto. It was a late night and, usually, Anne and I would be at home, sleeping. “We’ve already come all this way,” she said, but then she sucked in her lower lip, and I knew that she was nervous. I also knew that th...