Micah practically bolted out of the Du Pont mansion, his movements jerky and impatient, as though he had escaped a great disaster. He pushed open the heavy door and exhaled sharply into the cool air outside. His steps quickened down the front steps, nearly tripping on the last one in his eagerness to reach the car.
Clyde followed at a measured pace, his brow twitching at the boy's dramatics. He had been too optimistic, too hopeful that Micah might confess to Jacklin and others, admit plainly that he was Asena. He had thought the little talks he gave, the hints he dropped, and the subtle nudge would prepare Micah enough to step forward. But clearly, the boy was still too embarrassed, too unwilling to bare himself before others.
Clyde didn't want Micah to hide it anymore. But in the end, the decision was in Micah's hands. He could see he was not ready to come clean. So he had excused themselves from the mansion.
