"Are you sure we can trust him?" I look at Yemi and ask, my voice no more than a whisper. The world is crushing down on my shoulders as we sit in the silence of his office. Things had finally begun to change between us after days of tension and stillness. A tentative calm, a glimmer of our former existence, was emerging. However, tranquility is always brittle, and I sense that a storm is approaching. Simply said, I have no idea when.
Yemi inhales deeply before turning to face me, the turmoil in his eyes too proud to express. I sense vulnerability in him now, even though he's never been one for it. His armor's fissures. the hesitancy.
He says softly, "I don't know, but I don't think we have much of a choice anymore." We must be prepared for whatever comes next since Desmond has already ma
