Micah returned to the Ramsy mansion with heavy steps. His heart was partially lighter than before; his grandfather's words had eased some of the worst fears, but the dread of the truth being revealed to all was sucking his life out of him like a leech.
And Darcy…
His throat tightened just thinking about it. He couldn't imagine what Darcy's expression would be when the truth finally reached him. Would he glare with those sharp eyes of his, thinking Micah had manipulated him all along? Would he sneer, dismissing him as a coward? Or worse, would his face go blank, then fill with hurt from the betrayal?
That thought made his stomach twist.
He sighed, shoulders sagging, and pushed the front door open.
The mansion was quiet. He looked around and found the place empty. Micah thought it was better this way. No one to question him. No one to see the storm on his face.
