Chapter 187: Weak as hell.

The taxi's tires hummed a soothing melody on the pavement, a rhythmic accompaniment to the urban symphony. As they turned onto her street, Jennifer's eyes drifted to the familiar sights of home – the quaint cafes, the boutique shops, and the stately trees lining the sidewalk, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The taxi pulled up to her apartment building, a elegant structure with Art Deco accents, and Jennifer handed Rashid a crumpled bill, his smile flashing in the rearview mirror. "Thanks, miss," He said, his voice low and smooth, as he handed her a receipt. With a grateful smile, Jennifer gathered her groceries and stepped out into the warm afternoon, The taxi's engine purring softly as it drove away, leaving her to the quiet tranquility of her neighborhood. Jennifer stepped into her apartment, the soft creak of the door echoing through the silence. She was enveloped in a warm embrace of familiarity, the scent of fresh paint and the faint hint of last night's dinn