The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the neon signs of the city into long, glowing streaks of red and blue. Elias pulled his collar up, shivering. He had just finished a double shift at the library, and all he wanted was his bed. But the buses had stopped running an hour ago.
"I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly. Elias froze. "I haven't told you yet." The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring
It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery. The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring