Darcy had been seated quietly in the back of the Ramsy family vehicle, his attention loosely fixed on the passing cityscape outside the window as the car made its steady return from the company headquarters. The late evening streets were illuminated by an intricate web of artificial lights, reflections shimmering across glass buildings and polished pavements. Ordinarily, such a scene would not have drawn any particular reaction from him. However, on this occasion, something entirely unexpected captured his attention.
Through the tinted glass, his gaze landed upon a familiar figure standing near the roadside. Micah.
The young man was visibly agitated, his movements lacking their usual composed precision. There was a distinct urgency in the way he raised his arm to hail a taxi, his posture tense, his expression shadowed with unmistakable impatience. Within moments, a vehicle pulled over, and Micah entered without hesitation.
Darcy's eyes narrowed slightly.
