"Are we ever going to be able to move past all of this?" I asked, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. Fragile, as if they could break with the slightest movement, the words lingered in the air.
Yemi took a while to respond. He simply maintained eye contact with me, his eyes probing and deep, as though he, too, needed an answer to the question rather than me.
His voice was firm but gruff when he finally answered, "I don't know." However, I believe that finding serenity can be the first step. Together.
The nature of that tranquility was difficult to envision. The thought of a life free from ongoing conflicts felt... surreal after all the time we had spent in the midst of the mayhem, fighting against Desmond, Victor, and the secrets that had plagued us both. I wondered how we got here
