Chapter 72 Out Of His Shadow

• The soft clink of silverware against china fills the quiet kitchen as I sit alone at the breakfast table. I push my eggs around the plate absently, my mind far from the meal in front of me.
• Yesterday’s events play on repeat in my head, like a film reel I can’ shut off. Efrem’s words echo in my ears: “mission,” he’d said. Deonta’e thinks my presence at the next call will help. But with what? What mission? Is this related to whatever Efrem’s been working towards all this time?
• Questions swirl in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlpool, each one leading to another, none finding answers.