21
The shop was dark in the fading daylight.
As a cab pulled away, I stood on the sidewalk looking up at my home, a sobering reminder of what had happened earlier this morning.
The last time I was here, Darius, Destiny, and I were together. We were in trouble, but we were together. We were a team. Until Falconer ruined it.
Now, the lights of the shop were off and the blinds drawn over all the windows. The building looked how I felt—dark and somber.
I climbed the steps to the front door slowly and I put the key in the lock.
I stopped and rested my head on the door.
I was failing and I was failing fast.
Had to snap out of it.
I entered, passed through the lobby and downstairs into the kitchen. I could smell the dirty dishes in the sink from when Destiny made breakfast.
The evening
