Friday morning came faster than Micah expected. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the small stack of sketches in his lap. His fingers brushed over the top one, a sketch of Darcy's necklace. He had planned to give him the birthday present last night. But things hadn't gone as he expected. Uncle Graham had called, apologising for the delay.
Micah sighed, his shoulders slumping as he put away the sketches. Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a message from his uncle.
"Sorry again Micah. I'll bring the wrapped gift to the banquet tonight. See you then."
He stared at the screen for a moment, then slipped the phone into his pocket, grabbed his bag, and headed out the door.
