At Feyi’s home
Feyi’s family lived in a big, well-appointed duplex with marble floors, plush rugs, and framed photos of her famous father in championship boxing poses. Trophies gleamed in the corner cabinet. The sitting room was large, with expensive suede sofas and a glass coffee table that reflected the muted glow of hanging lights.
Kevin slouched there in obvious discomfort, staring at the polished floor, lost in thought. The room was so quiet you could hear the AC hum. Feyi sat near him, laying a gentle, perfectly manicured hand on his back.
> “What’s wrong? I thought you said you were leaving?” she asked softly.
Kevin inhaled deeply, avoiding her eyes.
> “I have this feeling… I can’t see my family for now,” he said. “I’m staying for a bit.”
Hermit and his colleagues, perch
