Micah left the apartment, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the hall. Clyde stood motionless for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the door, before exhaling slowly and rubbing his tired eyes. Since the moment Micah had woken up until now, Clyde had been forced to control his expression, masking his fear and exhaustion, not letting Micah pick up on it.
Today's chaos had given him a scare. Thankfully, it had passed without any problems.
Clyde turned toward the guest room. The door was closed, and inside, too quiet. He hesitated, his fingers hovering in the air before knocking on the door.
Tap, tap.
"Come in," Darcy's voice came from inside.
When Clyde opened the door, he found Darcy sitting upright on the bed, his back propped against the headboard. He looked pale, though the fever flush had mostly faded. His phone rested in his hand, the screen dimming as he placed it aside.
