"Do you ever feel like we're just waiting for the other shoe to drop?" As we sat in the tiny, silent café, I asked Yemi, running my fingertips down the rim of my coffee cup. The turmoil roiling within me was a sharp contrast to the quiet buzz of the metropolis outside. We experienced a brief period of calm after everything that had transpired, including the manipulation, betrayals, and secrets. However, I was aware that it wouldn't last. Not with Desmond out there anymore.
For a minute, I could see the fatigue in Yemi's eyes as he looked up from his phone and met my gaze. He was worn out from battling, from losing, and from always being afraid of what would happen next. He wasn't prepared to let go, though. Not quite yet.
He said, "We’ve been through worse, Lola," in a steady, low voice
