The autumn wind brushed against Micah's face as he walked toward the apartment complex. His anxiety grew with every step, thinking about how to face Flora and Nora. He rubbed his damp palms on his shorts, trying to wipe the sweat and nerves as he made his way to the third floor.
When he reached the old familiar door, he hesitated. He took a deep breath and knocked.
The door opened almost instantly. Darcy stood there, his expression unreadable, his eyes slightly red.
Micah blinked as he caught the redness. His heart ached. Had Darcy cried?
The dark-haired young man studied him for a second before stepping aside. "Come in."
Micah swallowed hard and nodded, stepping inside. His movements were as stiff as a robot's. The moment he crossed the threshold, his gaze fell on Flora.
The woman sat on the couch, staring at him with an intensity that made Micah's throat close up. For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke nor moved.
It was an awkward situation.
