The Winchens family mansion wasn't too far from here, only a 20-minute bus ride away, so despite feeling half afraid and half excited, Ezra buried that fear deep within him, stepping confidently towards the exit door.
The street was so deserted, with the sky growing darker, as he left the cafe, droplets of rain wet his hair and head— the drizzle began to decorate the previously dry asphalt.
The bus stop wasn't too far from here, only about 8 or 10 minutes, so he kept walking even though the rain was slowly falling harder and harder.
He needed to see his face, he didn't know exactly why right now, but he really wanted to see his face— to see that smiling face and to hear the rhythm of that man's heartbeat that could make him feel at ease.
Unconsciously, his steps quickened, each stride with an increasing sense of purpose that fueled his adrenaline, his chest tightened, and his breath became more rapid, it's cold—
