Chapter 51: Threads of Destiny
The evening air hummed with activity as Bayo and Amina navigated the bustling streets of East Cambridge. Bayo's eyes darted from storefront to storefront, his mind clearly elsewhere. He absently rubbed the birthmark below his left chest, a habit he'd developed since his supernatural encounters began.
The scent of fresh bread wafted from a nearby bakery, mingling with the acrid smell of car exhaust. A distant siren wailed, a reminder of the city's constant rhythm. Bayo's fingers traced the rough texture of his birthmark through his shirt, the sensation grounding him in the present moment.
"Farid been around lately?" Bayo asked, his tone casual but his Yoruba accent thickening slightly, betraying his discomfort with the subject.