Chapter 52: Threads of Destiny 2
Adeola stepped back, gesturing for them to enter. The scent of incense wafted from within, a blend of sandalwood and something unfamiliar, perhaps tied to her spiritual practices. As they moved into the apartment, the air seemed to thicken, as if the very atmosphere was aware of the significance of their meeting.
Bayo leaned against the wall, his fingers absently tracing the pattern of his birthmark. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Adeola's and then Amina's. "I owe you both an apology," he began, his voice low. "When I said I didn't trust you... it wasn't personal. Life's taught me to be careful, you know?"