It was one of those chilly December nights in Chicago—the air was bone-chilling, Christmas lights were twinkling in the windows all along my block, and the city held its breath for the holidays. I’d just gotten home from work, kicked off my salt-stained boots, poured myself a glass of cheap red wine, and stood in my tiny rented kitchen, thinking about leftovers and some crap Netflix shows. I’d paid my rent. My old sedan still started the first time. The fridge was stocked with mostly store-bough