July 18, 1899 Morning came quickly. I was pleased that I awoke naturally and was ready to go when Grin tapped on the hatch. He was still in the same clothes from the day before, stained and dirty. We didn’t have to go very far. St. Paul’s Chapel was situated right at Park Row, or…

July 15, 1899 The last day of my youth began with the shatter of a plate and the piercing scream of an infant. I awoke in my small tenement on 43 Orchard Street before the sun had barely stirred. The air filtered in through cracks in the wall and was bitter cold, but the upcoming…