The clink of cutlery against ceramic plates echoed softly in the quiet kitchen. The air smelled of toasted bread and eggs, with steam rising gently from their bowls and cups.
They were eating breakfast in near silence, and the atmosphere seemed peaceful.
Then Clyde broke the quiet, his voice low and casual. "So, what's on the agenda today?"
Micah, mid-spoonful, paused with his arm halfway to his mouth. He blinked once, then turned his head toward Darcy. "Am I still invited?" he asked, his tone more curious and teasing than concerned.
Darcy looked up from his bowl, his lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah," he said, voice filled with warmth. "Nora called last night because of that."
Micah turned toward Clyde, a hint of smugness in his eyes. "I am going to the hospital with Darcy. You are on your own."
