The sunny autumn afternoon had shifted into something dark and restless. Just an hour ago, the streets had been calm, couples strolling with shopping bags, families sitting in a cafe enjoying desserts, and children laughing with balloons in hand.
Now, dark, gloomy clouds covered the sky, and a harsh, cold wind lifted the yellow leaves on the ground into the air, scattering them through the high-end district. Bundled-up passersby clutched their coats tighter as they rushed back to their homes, eager to escape the upcoming storm.
All, except Micah.
He stood in the shadow of a narrow alley behind the restaurant, his back pressed to the damp brick wall, trying to steady himself. His mind buzzed with too many thoughts, eyes darting around. He clutched the phone Aidan had given him in one hand while his other hand pressed against his chest where a small white pouch rested beneath his blouse. The one Clyde had given him had been turned into a necklace, hanging like a talisman.
