Micah sat in the hospital room, perched stiffly on the edge of the sofa. Across from him, Flora lay resting, her brows knitted together, deep in thought. Nora stood by the window, arms crossed, her foot tapping rhythmically on the ground.
The cake sitting on the table had long been forgotten.
Micah checked the time on his phone for the third time in five minutes. Still no sign of Darcy.
After Flora's condition abruptly worsened, a sombre mood settled over the room. Nora and Micah had fallen into silence, both visibly worried.
Micah poured water into a glass and took a sip, his eyes darting toward Flora, wondering what he should do. Should he leave? Maybe his presence made her uncomfortable.
"Where has he gone?" Nora suddenly asked, worry tightening her voice. She turned toward him. "Didn't he say he was just going to grab something to drink?"
