Micah placed the tray inside the upper kitchen cabinet with a clinked sound and exhaled through his nose, shoulders sagging. The air around him felt a bit lighter than before. Bringing Darcy here hadn't been part of any careful plan.
It was a big gamble. A desperate one. One that twisted his gut. He felt awful for putting his frail grandmother in this situation.
He didn't want to go this route. Not like this. Burdening Zhou Ruyan. Dumping the heavy responsibility on her.
But after everything that had unfolded over the past few days, the near meltdown at the university, the panic attack in La Riviere Pharmaceutical, the tightening cramps in his stomach that later got diagnosed as ulcers, Micah had to admit he was not okay. He could not keep carrying this massive burden on his shoulders like some tragic hero. He needed help. He needed someone who understood what was at stake. Someone he could lean on, even if just a little. Someone wise. Someone in the family.
