Chapter 41

CLYDE POV:

As I stood amidst the bustling airport, the air thick with the fragrance of hurried travelers and the resonating echoes of distant announcements, Diyo's words barely scratched the surface of my consciousness. My gaze remained fixed on the horizon beyond the glass walls, my mind shrouded in an impenetrable veil of detachment.

"Hmm?" My response was void of any inflection, a mere acknowledgment that I was being addressed, devoid of any genuine interest or concern.

"What do you mean?" Diyo's voice persisted, the hint of frustration tainting his tone.

His persistence irked me, yet I maintained my facade of indifference. "We ain't come back here after two years for nothing," he prodded further, hoping for a flicker of interest, a sign that I was invested in whatever scheme had brought us back to this place.

My lips curled into a subtle smirk, acknowledging the subtle change that happened in Diyo over the past two years. The passage of time had cast a veneer of maturity upon him.