Dayo nodded, turning his hand to squeeze hers briefly. "I will."
He stood up from the table, the conversation settling into something quieter behind him as he walked to the entryway. Jeffrey called out something about being there if he needed to talk, and Janet muttered about buying gifts for the baby already, and his parents' voices dropped into the low, private register they used when discussing important things.
But Dayo was already moving, his keys in his hand, his mind narrowing to a single point. The address Luna had sent him. The time. The door he was about to walk through.
The drive felt longer than it was. He took the route carefully, not rushing, not delaying. Just moving with purpose. When he pulled up to the building, he sat in the car for a moment, looking at the facade, the windows, the ordinary exterior of a place that was about to become one of the most significant locations of his life.
His hands were shaking.
