Chapter 21: The Butterfly Effect
Micah stepped out of the taxi, and the air, full of the stench of rotting garbage and sewage, hit his face.
The taxi sped off behind him, its exhaust kicking up a small cloud of carbon monoxide, as if eager to leave this place behind.
Looking around he found the situation was far worse than he had thought. His surroundings were filled with cursing, drunken slurs, and the occasional sound of glass breaking. Groups of men lingered on the sidewalks, their postures lazy but their gazes focused on Micah.
A few women, dressed sultrily, stood under flickering streetlights, their attention fixated on him as they winked and blew kisses.
Micah walked slowly, His heart becoming heavier with each step.
It was ten thirty at night, and the streets were filled with thugs, drunken men, and questionable women...
Micah felt his heart tightening.
He had no idea where Darcy’s house was, just a vague description of an old apartment complex. Now, faced with the reality of this place, he realised just how little he knew.
The warm night air made the stench more intense and unbearable. Micah swallowed back nausea with difficulty.
As Micah walked slowly, like a soulless person,
The gravity of Darcy’s situation became clear in his mind.