Inside the limousine, the world felt sealed off, as if the rain and darkness outside had wrapped the vehicle in a suffocating cocoon.
The windows were fogged slightly from the difference in temperature, streaked with thin trails of rain that slid downward and vanished into the rubber seals. Streetlights passed in dull blurs, their reflections smearing across the glass like dying embers. The steady patter of rain against the roof and windows filled the silence, rhythmic and relentless, making the space inside feel even smaller than it already was.
Micah sat on Clyde's lap.
No…sat wasn't quite right. He was curled there, knees drawn slightly inward, body stiff and unsteady, as if he didn't quite know where to place himself anymore. The slit of his qipao rode higher than it should have because of the angle, the fabric wrinkled and damp at the hem from earlier. Good thing Clyde's jacket was hiding him from view, otherwise his sorry appearance would give away his unease.
